Author: Grey Poduska
Poetry
On You
I’m thinking about you again,
and I’ve finally let the fine wine of bitterness age,
grow darker in flavor. Get heavier.
I let it turn our memories sour,
no longer remember where flowers bloomed
as your fingertips traced my scars.
Remember how you called me manipulator,
attention-seeker, unable to keep myself alive.
I don’t mind letting the good memories go
in favor of the painful. I let the hurt ache.
I don’t mind hating you are much as I used to.
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I wrote about the girl I look for in the cracks. I’m wondering if she’s still in my storybook, hiding behind the finished pages and twisting through the run on sentences. I fell in love with her once. Her hands could outline my very existence. I fell in love with her a second time, no romance was needed to light this fire in my heart. She was a daffodil in the rising moonlight, all bathed in silver and sparkling glamour. I wonder if this silver-screen movie star would ever look back down on the people she left on earth. The people she exchanged for a handshake with the man in the sky. I don't know if God is real but if they are they must love practical jokes because while she was nearly allowed to join the angels I had to sit here and ponder the best way to call her.
I’m still in love with her. Romantic feelings aside, I look for her in every winter moon. In every fallen leaf I tear apart my trees looking for the branches that could support her where ...