Trace

While you still breathed
I clung to hope
Not with my arms, not even with my heart,
But with a single cell which still contained
The trace of you.

It could never, ever
Be erased,
It was a part of me, my incurable infection.
Nothing could sterilise or cauterise
The trace of you.

In quiet times
Solitude crushing me
My mind would delve deep inside
Reaching, seeking, that tiny germ,
That trace of you.

But now I know
The world has lost you now,
I listened, but the breath has stilled.
That single cell has lost its spark,
Its trace of you.

Now all that's left
Is the skeleton frame
I used to hold my body erect
While nursing in my empty soul
The trace of ....







Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-04 at 19:49

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I like the rhythm, the shape, the contours, of this poem. The imagery is especially strong in the second stanza. The rhythm is impeccable in the fourth. And I like five-line stanzas! (We poets of the Anglosphere so rarely use them!)
2019-05-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant and beautifully written.
2019-05-05