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Samuel Used To
December 11, 2018
Samuel:
You used to
run around
in your boxers
covered in mud.
You used to
bounce a
soccer ball
and throw it
at my balcony.
You used to
steal
pots and pans
with
leftover spinach
that you didn’t
want to eat
and pretend you were
a rock star.
You used to
swing your
shirt around,
revealing your
pale chest.
You used to
sit on the tree
by St. Peters street
and sing
I will always love you
with your brows
wrinkled together
when i walk by.
You used to
relax
around me and
talk about the people of
Provence, France.
Your people.
You used to
speak French.
So now
I speak French,
too.
© Erin W., Louisville,KY
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kristjanscott BRONZE said...
on Dec. 17 2018 at 8:10 am
Beautifuly raw poem.
peterwentsickomode said...
on Dec. 17 2018 at 3:46 am
Very few can unwrap the struggles of life while being limited to a few words, and this poem certainly does adhere to. Each stanza is a paint drop, a thimble in a pillow, a star in a galaxy. When combined, they paint a beautifully crafted image for the audience's pleasure.
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li33006 said...
on Dec. 17 2018 at 2:22 am
Wow this piece is so beautiful I thoroughly enjoyed it :)))))))))))))))
This piece is a memory from my childhood crush about a boy that lived across from me in fifth grade. I remember him as if we are still friends today, but we haven't seen each other ever since we both moved away (at the end of fifth grade).