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"Popcorn and Febreze"
by Max PhineasI know now that
"feeling empty"
isn't some dumb poetaphor
for a lack or loss.
Because it's a physical pain
A tangible hole,
seemingly visible.
The air around snakes through it
And nothing will close it now.
It was four hours
and I wish it were more
or that I'd done more, been more, talked more, thought more...
Always more...
You've all left
and all you've left
is a hole within a person within an empty room
smelling of popcorn and Febreze
Walls bare, minus a few
lines of photos
invisible gaps in between
where others once stood
and fell on me at night...
My guitar is amiss
out of place no matter where I place it.
I don't like that.
After seven years,
four hours is just too short.
Left behind, balanced on a dish towel on a desk-
My mom's forgotten sewing box.
Ironic isn't it? 02/10/2008 Author's Note: My family visited me at school today, and brought our good friends who are vacationing at our house, from Ireland. They could only stay up for a few hours, and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them until they'd come and gone.
Posted on 02/10/2008
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/10/08 at 09:57 AM "within an empty room smelling of popcorn and Febreze".....that gives me such vivid sensations. Wow. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/11/08 at 04:56 AM I think this speaks miles for the value of knowing there's people out there that you really care about. I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Ymelda Ramirez on 08/25/08 at 07:38 PM i hate that feeling of thinking that there's more you could have done after the person has left. i guess you just have to value what you did get to do or say. i really loved this! |
| Posted by Leslye Writer on 11/14/11 at 02:52 PM Loved this........felt the hole.....still do....I also remember my own same hole on a porch in Spain
so that's what your poem did...made me remember that. Wonderful wonderful
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