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Contour
by Jeffrey ParrenThe despair in your face draws me in close.
I
can't
help but notice
the
contours:
your eyes,
nose,
your pursing lips.
But upon glimpsing into your past,
I realize that you are clueless,
about yourself,
about my intentions,
and all is lost.
You will relapse.
I will rejoice.
Watch as our future's past we never lived
splits into two roads,
contouring the countryside of our individual existences,
away from one another, forever. 11/16/2006 Posted on 11/16/2006
Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/18/06 at 02:26 AM Poignant look at a relationship that is going nowhere. A bit sarcastic even caustic perhaps. Effectively described. |
| Posted by Nikki Benson on 12/23/06 at 01:37 AM I liked this a lot... it sucks, but it's life... at least you are being realistic... :)
Nice to read from you... I thought you were dead. :) |
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