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by Rhonda Maneki




I can sense you like the familiar
taste of you in my mouth,
Those sighs scream of what
you are unable to say.

You, reek of regret and uncertainty,
doubt and indecision, within those
hesitations which last eons between us.

Your words fall like ash from your tongue,
upon parched ground in quiet death.


I know you are gone.



09/25/2007

Author's Note: It's a feeling...not always needing articulation. You just know...

Posted on 09/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 Rhonda Maneki

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 09/25/07 at 09:19 PM

typo alert! last line.. your should be you're .... this one speaks to me of death...the end of something sad... aj

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