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I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
Symmetry is lost.
Uneven scars on my hands.
A long sliver divides
one of my wrists in two.
A thick, wizened scrape
completes the line of a pointer finger.
This is how I know
Right from Left.

And my direction
comes from my mistakes.
My orientation
from a mixture
of hate and fate.
My scars ruin my symmetry,
and teach me to distinguish
Right from Left.
Smiles turn into frowns
Bracelets turn into blades
Soda turns into *****
Love turns into hate
Laughter becomes tear drops
Boys become toys

Baseball is then all about the bases
Running past numerous faces

Friends become enemies
What was once a rose, now nothing but thorns
From energetic to tired and worn
Sponge Bob to *** tapes and ****
I love you
I want you gone
We go from 12 to 20
Now he's far more than a buddie
Hmmm, smells like teen spirit
I apologize for the obvious
Thanks for everything
Thanks for nothing.
Thanks for the things you said
You’d never do
But did
Anyway.

Thanks for the things you did
For others, for other girls
While I watched.

Thanks for the smiles
Never aimed at me,
Never because of me,
Never lasting.

Thanks for the memories
I’d rather forget,
Wonder what kind of guy
You were.
Escape
so wanted
but only comes
Once a year
for me.

You see me standing
here,
yet you do not see
the hands that hold me
to this world
that's not
my own
with force so strong
I cannot leave.
I cannot
slip
away.

My world
with grass so soft and lush
purple sky
with blue that
leaks like a stream
through a garden.

The lonely tree
so tall
a single branch
weighed down
by a swing.
my swing.

Walk some ways
down the hill
so steep
that in this world
you'd fall right off the edge
and down into the sky.

But you aren't in this world
you're in mine.

And you'll find a circle
of stones laid out
around a pit
of electric blue
the flames of a fire
but it
wont
burn.

Spread your arms
fall backwards
into flame.

This world obeys
ask for flowers
and they will grow.
I wave my hand across the sky
and
paint
a
rainbow.

But these hand so strong
grip me here
this world
where nothing changes.
overcome by sadness,
and half
as mad
as me.
It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?

It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?

It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.

A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.
Oh how I dream of summer nights
When you lay that old blanket out
The dewy grass of the football field
No lights are on, but you remember
Games lost and won on that field
Sitting in the stands and cheering
Those were the days of innocence
Days when you were free and naive
The band playing, crowd roaring

But now the field is empty and blank
No cheering students and parents
Nothing except for the two
On the old blanket in the dewy grass
Looking up at the stars
Remembering

      Time lost and gained

The two of them laying
In the dewy grass of the field
Peaceful and reflecting
Sometimes a person can feel alone,
even in a sea of people.
There is so much noise in the room and
you are just sitting there.
Alone.
So many thoughts are going through your head.
He is talking
She is talking
He is yelling
She is yelling
The sound of silence.
Everything can get quiet really fast,
time shifts.
Then it's over.

— The End —