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Missing Words...Missing Pieces
by Leah LaibenI grasp at the words I once read to you...
but they are gone,
like you,
rotting,
somewhere forgotten.
I trembled as I spoke them,
but you reached for my hand,
held it, steadied it.
You took the words from my fingers...
the words right out of my quivering lip...
you took them
you took them
you took them.
And I didn't have to speak.
I never had to speak.
The words....
you took them
you took them
you took them...
right out of my mouth.
I never had to speak...
Where are they now?
With you,
rotting...
somewhere forgotten.
11/26/2010 Author's Note: Makes sense to me...
Posted on 11/26/2010
Copyright © 2024 Leah Laiben
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 11/27/10 at 03:19 AM The layers of this piece are wonderful. Overall I found a sad sweet nostalgia tinged with bitterness, but that may just be the way I read it. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/27/10 at 05:29 AM wow...that first stanza grabs you and the rest of the poem doesn't let go...searing and powerful, Leah |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/01/14 at 03:04 AM Well written...quite evocative...emotional, Leah. Glad I had a chance to read this! |
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