Poem: Blank Look

Blank looks
are reminders
that you’ve forgotten

Start again.

We drank tea
late at night
telling me stories
that you’ve forgotten now.

I remember.

Mum died of cancer.
Dad was a postman.
You are a forgotten hero
but only forgotten by yourself.

Start again.

They didn’t understand,
we did.
You don’t understand.
Neither do I.

I remember.

Pulled pieces
from old papers
years later.
The story still incomplete.

Start again.

I wish.


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1 Response

  1. Amanda says:

    beautiful and haunting thank you for sharing 🙂

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