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Mar 12
poetry
Drift

Tear Soaked

You called me,
asked me over the phone.
I could hear the tears
rattling the words in your throat.
It's like you choked on the weight.

"Hi.
I just wanted to say I miss you.
We haven't talked in awhile."

There's silence.

"Did you forget me?"

I didn't know how to respond.
I didn't forget you.
You've just changed.
Warped yourself
into something you promised
to never be.
Told me that you'd stay sunshiney
and warm,
but I look at you,
and I see nothing but shadows
and thick smoke.

There's a reeking stench
in that shapeless form of yours,
and I can't help but gag on that horrible cloud.

I'm not saying I'm right
by turning my back,
but I'm not here
to play the hero.

Did you forget yourself?
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Posted: 03.12.19
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Mar 14, 2019

    I love your poetry so, so much

    Shannon Ripp

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  1. Drift
    Mar 26, 2019

    Aw, thank you Shannon. I really appreciate that.

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