Unforget.

So much has changed.
I watch for you when the moon rises,
and look for your face in puddles.

Maybe we should go back to Paris.

Are you remembering the way the stairs creaked,
or the color you painted the kitchen?

I am too far away,
but coming back,
as if from a long dream.

I don’t know what we will talk about.
Maybe we won’t.
Maybe we should go back to Paris.

I look for you when the sun rises.
Sometimes after a rain storm
my body feels like it is closer to there
than to here.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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One Response to Unforget.

  1. Elvina says:

    Beautiful

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