Too Short
The time you held my hand
Was too short
The time you held me close
Was too short
The time you smiled so warmly
Was too short
The time you sang for me
Was too short
The time water ran over us in the bath
Was too short
The time you cried in my arms
Was too short
The time we played in that field
Was too short
But the time since you’ve breathed oxygen into your pretty lungs
It’s been too long.
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▾ This Poem's Voice
Your Poem's Voice
PersonalThemeAbstract
Deeply personal grief; autobiographical loss, not abstract or philosophical.
SparseMeasureDense
Single repeated idea with variation; meditative pacing, sparse density.
DarkSentimentBright
Strongly negative; grief, loss, absence dominate throughout.
StillEnergyExplosive
Quiet, restrained voice; controlled repetition creates stillness not intensity.
MicroLengthEpic
Seventeen lines; falls within 16-30 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Implied metaphor of time's duration; mostly declarative with poetic restraint.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice; intimate first-person reflection on loss.
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