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a confession
by Kate SwearingenI shouldn't admit
for fear of traveling down that forbidden path
that I miss the way we fit together
while we slept
legs entwined and
every inch of me
against
every inch of you
guarding me
holding me up
growing me
but most of all
I miss the version of me that fit with you
a bolder me
a softer me
me
that
fades
away.
08/05/2010 Posted on 08/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kate Swearingen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/05/10 at 12:58 PM Very well done lady. I've been there a time or two and everything just seems to make sense doesn't it. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/05/10 at 07:32 PM A lovely admission, and sad. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/05/10 at 09:25 PM Beautifully written, Kate. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 08/06/10 at 12:59 AM Sometimes these admissions are best to share and get past. This is lovely and leaves me aching... |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 08/11/20 at 11:06 PM disarmingly honest. a most worthy POTD. |
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