Not Catching You
I catch you in the faces of others,the grain of sand that slipped,
like words on the mirror
that condensation erased.
I hear your breath in the morning
and your sigh late at night,
I've seen black skies and tears
from stars shooting past.
You're the ripple in pools
an imperceptible shrug,
the hollow in my belly
that nothing can fill.
I follow eyes and the tilt of smiles,
the curl of hair that
I never held onto.
Your moon shaped nails
that became translucent
like dust at the end
of a difficult journey.
I catch you in moments,
then I lose you again.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-08-20 at 17:07
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