I forget you
I forget the winter mornings in the playroom
I forget the tractor tyres that became spaceships
I forget the house of rocks by the sea
I forget you
Every day
I no longer see you
I no longer see the cuts and swollen face
I no longer see the horror of your eyes
I no longer see the vacant drip by your bed
I no longer see you
Every day
I hold you
I hold your desperate dreams and screams
I hold our walks and trusted conversations
I hold you bony shoulders that held too much
I hold your heart
Every day
I cannot
Forget you.
This is in a new class of word art. It builds up in a rhythmic incantation and touches on universal human brokenness, and attachment. The images, even if one doe snot know the context, are very powerful and carry so much deepness. This one should be submitted. It is art that cannot hide.
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