Mark (My Memory)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another love poem...

Submitted: March 11, 2008

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Will you ever be more than a memory?
I so long hold to keep you there.
As I sit alone in a bar, passing hands through
Remnants of glasses, my skin dragging water,
Leaving splotches over the counter.

Even lips cannot trace water when it has left.

How can I forget this night? Seeing your face
Outlined by incandescent light,
As everything else became foggy
Fromclingy clothes to sweaty nose,
And our laughter ending awkwardly
Like a song stopped in midway frenzy.

There can be no forgetting this night.

Because there is really nothing to remember,
Only your name on the counter, as memory
Shifts into the faintness of your face and
The dribble of water forming on the edges of my table,
Leaving a memory but never the pleasure

Of having you at the tip of my finger.




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