scratch by Angela Thomas I keep searching. I keep digging around internet forums, dating sites, bars, friends' parties. I keeplooking for you to be buried somewhere admist all of this crap. But, you know, you're just not and everytime I think I've found something that might be enough to help me forgot you, there you are. Dialing me on the phone, sending me longing emails, asking me to come and visit. I wanted to visit. I wanted to crawl up into your big, safe arms and stay there for a very, very long time while I cried, just enough that I felt relieved, but maybe not enough that would really even notice. I want to kiss you. I want to hold your long fingers and stare at your perfect legs that are too long for small spaces. If only I could run my hands over your face, one last time. Maybe that would work. I remember the last time I saw you. I held your hand and I tried, I tried so hard to memorize every last detail. I never wanted to forget. I feared you would pull your hand from me. Leaving me to cross these busy streets without the reassurance of you. 08/26/2006 Posted on 08/26/2006 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by A. Paige White on 08/26/06 at 03:54 PM I related very much to this. Always in the same old pond, hearing the ocean beckon. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)