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by Bet Yeldem

I caught my breath
after surviving an emotional coma
before you took it away
in a quiet airport.

I found that the reinvention
of ourselves
was nothing less than miraculous,
mythological even,
like Phoenix rising, something so unimaginable
once upon time
that it’s occurrence
could only be supernatural.
Then I came up for air
from the undertow of my life
to find that I still
could stare at you for hours
and be perfectly content
in speechless moments.

A lost wish on the back of a penny
tossed in a well
was rediscovered with the hope
of a child’s heart
after laying finders-keepers
claim to any treasure.
Your gifts were
in my laughter, so easily
given and tears,
falling for once without shame.
I’ve been deaf
and you’ve been blind
until, in muted understanding,
we let go
of all semblance of control.

I can’t keep secrets from you
so I quit trying.
But you knew all along
how I watched your hands
like they were made for mine.
What I wanted to say,
I didn’t.
What I wanted to do,
I wouldn’t.
Instead, I tiptoed into your smile
and curled up
beneath your sighs,
for breadcrumbs
and second chances
to lead us home.


Posted on 01/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Bet Yeldem

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/11/09 at 11:05 PM

It seems like a lot goes down in airports, eh? Great imagery and tone.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/11/09 at 11:21 PM

this is beautiful jem.

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