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Shackles of Familiarity

by Christel Crews

a memory flitted past
before i could stop it
and in that moment
i remembered

the smiles, jokes, comfortable
familiarity

and in that instance
i mourned the loss
of that happier time

when we could laugh together, comfortable
familiarity

however i do not miss you
in the way you want me to
and i don't know if i ever will

the passion died so long ago, comfortable
familiarity

could i spend the rest of my life
with just a friend, a roommate
and forsake any chance of marital happiness

is it fair to either of us to maintain this, comfortable
familiarity

but if we do
you won't move on, and i'll be stuck
believing that dreams are a childish fantasy

and doubt there is anything beyond
comfortable
familiarity



01/30/2013

Posted on 01/31/2013
Copyright © 2024 Christel Crews

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/31/13 at 02:02 PM

I'm sure we all can relate to this poem in our own way; I know I can. Both courageously personal and universal.

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/31/13 at 05:27 PM

How close is "comfortable familiarity" to "indifferance"? Maybe just a small step away but it seems like miles. Oh this hits home. Very nice Christel.

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