I think
I am living your life.
slipping it on like an old glove;
being you,
feeling your thoughts,
speaking your moods.
Why yesterday,
someone said, it was your smile
that almost reached
into my eyes.
I worry, someday,
you will come back,
and take it all away;
and I won’t remember
who I was before,
did I like mocha or chai latte.
But perhaps it was
a simple trade;
and somewhere,
you are frowning,
being me;
standing tip-toe
biting your lip,
pasting neon stars
on a naked sky,
thinking of you.
What a sweet, original thought of love in this poem. I enjoyed this so much.
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Thank you Myrna 🙂
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Parents that are gone really do effect our lives.
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An amazing idea. I’m not sure if it’s more eerie or lovely! When I think of becoming more like my mom over the years, all the mother and daughter stuff comes up. And when I think of people I miss who have left me through intention or life changes or death, another whole set of emotions emerge. Good stuff!
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Thanks so much Susan… so glad people could relate it to so many different situations. Appreciate your response greatly.
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Love it! Particularly the way the ending comes back to the narrator in the present place.
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Thank you Rosemary… appreciate your response.
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that’s the power of love – making the couple interchangeable. it’s challenging though.
also, arent we creative when we fall in love, even when we fall out of love?
may not be necessarily related but it kind of reminded of the movie “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”
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Thank you Totomai. Haven’t seen this movie.. will look it up though!
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Wonderful visit …again 🙂
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Thank you ZQ:)
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I have me a few attached individuals, who when caught up in conversation, feel like an echo of that other partner. Sort of spooky, but good writing,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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Thanks so much Elizabeth 🙂
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An interesting thought to live someone else’s life…be so caught up in them and their life….a strong emotional poem…I love how the thoughts come fast and furious interrupted by ‘did I like mocha or chai latte’.
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Thanks so much Donna.
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I really like the image of someone pasting neon stars on a naked sky. Very fresh.
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Thank you Sherry 🙂
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These lines are so perfect:
“I won’t remember
who I was before,
did I like mocha or chai latte.”
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Thanks so much C.C. 🙂
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the fact of missing some one so much as to lose oneself in a memory only to find the reality is also lost, truly an interesting write
Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime
much love…
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Thank you Gillena. Appreciate your response.
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This is a bit of a danger with love, that we take on so much of them that we forget ourselves. And in the after it can be so hard to find ourselves again. The fear of them coming back and taking that away. Intriguing verse.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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So beautiful! My favorite part was: “pasting neon stars/on a naked sky”
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Thank you 🙂
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Enigmatic and powerful…. Love it, love it, love it!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Excellent – It is the perfect rhythm and pace.
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Thank you 🙂
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This is really kind of a mind-bending poem. Two people having changed personas…and conscious of the fact that this has occurred plays with my sanity. Smiles.
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Thank you Mary… think it happens gradually over a long period of time, have seen couples who’ve started to sound similar after many years together .. or maybe the stronger persona tends to overcome the meeker one!! 😀
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Being in love does turn our minds so that we wonder who we were before. I loved the way you wrote this.
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Thanks so much Oldegg, appreciate your response.
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‘you’ and ‘me’ exchanged places…quite intriguing 🙂
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Thank you Sumana 🙂
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A lovely emotive piece.
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Thanks so much Cosmo Newbery 🙂
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very nice poem and how it feel first to take the identity of someone and then leave it and then be back to our old self.
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Thanks Vandana, take a lot to make that transition perhaps!
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How busy and preoccupied our heads can be…the line ‘did I like mocha or chai latte’ is very profound..all those little pieces of our daily lives which we have to remember again once our circumstances change…it’s a hard old world out there…but a beautiful poem..
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Thank you Jae Rose… appreciate your response. Wasn’t able to leave a comment on your poem..hope this pings back to you.. I especially liked the lines “It never goes away you know
You can’t write everything out” so true!
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Your comment safely pinged – thank you kindly!
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Glad 🙂
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Why yesterday,
someone said, it was your smile
that almost reached
into my eyes.
Its amazing how someone’s smile can be so infectious so as to reach us.. and cause us to smile as well..! Beautifully executed 😀
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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Man, oh man, if that’s teh case you need urgent help. My life is not one for sharing rashly.
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Ha ha… thanks for reading Peter… I only like to write in the first person… thankfully!!
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The thought that we can actually thrive more in the longing than the fulfillment sounds so plausible.. wonderful
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Thank you Björn 🙂
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Great post!
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Thank you!
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