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(7) On the edge of
by Meghan HelmichOnce you stayed the night at that girl's house
and spent the morning trying to convince me
that she just needed to be held,
it was only in consolation for her grief.
Nothing happened.
I tried to let it go
like the doves we set free at the Buddhist
retreat last year,
but it came right back and into the trap
door of its open cage
as soon as I turned away. 11/22/2011 Posted on 11/22/2011
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/22/11 at 09:20 PM It is difficult to trust someone's word after they've acted in a way you had trusted them not too. Even if they are sincere in their actions and words. |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 11/22/11 at 09:45 PM That second stanza really got to me. I loved the imagery. Your words flow like a melted pad of butter across crisp toast... |
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