Paper Reminder
Old tree, milled and refined, now paper napkinon which I wiped my stiff upper lip
of the last meal we ate together ;
saved, into the pages of a book you gave me.
Each ruck and wrinkle put there by wringing hands.
Heart heavily sedated by rational thinking in
deciding fate for that day, that hour;
those few moments when I had control over my own destiny.
Holding tears that fell to sun baked sidewalk
knowing what the outcome would have to be.
Captain of our own ships you say? I think not.
Had I been captain, my vessel would have
not washed ashore this island without you.
I would have not needed this paper reminder
of a Chinese lunch, a last few words and kiss
that would have to sustain me these long days at sea.
Quaint reminder of what was, saved into a book
and heart that remembers you.
Poetry by barbie
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2006-07-28 at 11:42
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