muting The echo

the only
thing
we ever
got right

was touching
each other.

do not
reverberate
off
skull walls

[playfully
poking me,

grabbing
my hips,

pulling
me
into you]

do not
speak in
our
voice,

use
our
mannerisms.

i see
you still
wear them;

stretching
them
across
your face
for 

someone
else.

your voice,
a
bird-whistle;

you fill
any
room with

ear-shattering
sound.

i leave

because
you

make
-everything-
too crowded,

and
every move
of mine

a tactic
to run
into you.

Roots

Comments

4 comments on “muting The echo”
  1. Sober Tony says:

    Thank you for sharing this. It’s exactly where I’m at after breakdown of my 18 year marriage. We were growing old together, half way there…. I don’t know what I was thinking

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    1. oiseauxwords says:

      Spending that much time with someone and then losing them is one of the most difficult experiences. I think anyway that says it isn’t is lying. Best of luck to both of us.

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  2. each time i used to read smaller posts which as well clear their motive, and that is also happening with this post which I am reading now.|

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    1. oiseauxwords says:

      could you rephrase that? i just reorganized all my posts into the ones i’m fond of and the ones i’m labeling “works in progress.” so, i’m interested in here all the critique i can get 🙂

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