Puddles

Fri, 10/06/2017 - 11:19 -- LeeBee

I can feel you slipping through my fingers

What we once had was so solid I could grip it.

At times, it was all I could hold on to.

Now - you are falling, falling, falling...

Dripping away.

I see you fall into the soil.

I see the puddle of our past.

I see it slowly sinking.

All I can do is watch.

The sky begins to darken.

Maybe it will rain.

Maybe my palms will be full again.

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! Please continue to express your life your heart and your soul! Keep sharing!

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