Monthly Archives: July 2015

intangible

when i close my eyes
squeezed tight
praying these tears don’t fall
i try to listen to
the whispers of the trees
as the soothing song of
the rain is no longer
yearning for something
intangible, unidentifiable
when i close my eyes
i think of you
holding me tight
letting unnecessary words
fall between the cracks
of our bodies

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mama thinks

sometimes i wonder what
mama thinks
sometimes i wonder every night
does she miss the days
she would instruct me to sit
back straight
head high
in front of her so she could
delicately put my dark hair into a braid
i always hated
does she miss the days
i used to watch her cook with a smile
food i no longer tolerate
does she miss the days
i loved myself
like she loved me

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