June 10, 2024.


I could not quite tell in the moment -
looking through those heart-shaped glasses
- if you were caressing my cheek
or if you were molding me like clay

Smoothing out the crevices,
Removing those pesky finger prints
Creating a blank slate for something much better
Just not for me

I think the truth is somewhere in between
Because it felt like love, even then
I put my hand over yours, as if urging you on
You smiled impossibly wide and I mirrored you

I might as well have been -
the shoes you slipped on before work
or maybe, the keys that shook in your pocket
Mundane but with a specific purpose

Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-06-10 at 06:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really liked this. Like Uncle Meridian think the last stanza is quite special. Blessings, Allen

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Wowzers, that last stanza. Thank you for sharing this poem.