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Your Echoes Are Caught In the Creases of My Palm

by Amanda L Marron

in my dreams
vividly
i reach for you
i swear i hear you
playing your guitar
and
singing to me
it feels so real
like you're really here
even though you aren't

i awaken with a jolt of reality
tears flood my vision
so close yet so far
my hand grasps at air

11/18/2008

Author's Note: For NJBBF

Posted on 11/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Amanda L Marron

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/19/08 at 06:01 AM

It's like having a phantom limb experience. Beautiful words.

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