listen to this poem here:
This place I’ve been before
almost home
a shoe that didn’t quite fit
I’m sliding in anyway
(close my eyes)
can almost see the way we were
hear your laughter unravelled in time
distance draws the bitter barbs
leaving only the ghost of sweetness
(let’s pretend)
feast on crumbs of forgotten memories
rake it over, find one last spark
call it enough
better than nothing at least
(a once-familiar kiss)
it only looks like backward motion
from where I’m standing
so stay with me awhile
and I promise not to cry
(we already know how this ends)
listen to this poem narrated in reverse here:
(with thanks to Wil Roach – first published in PS I love you on Medium 28 July 2019)
A heart felt thank you for the poem and crediting me. Much appreciated.
Haunting.