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If I could recreate reality I'd soften the finality Of your forced farewell. I'd make it so That I can peel Your every kiss-shaped memory From my skin And keep them in a tin. So that when I miss Your goey lips Against my cheek or chin I'd simply take them out And let them kiss themselves Onto my skin again. If I could recreate reality I'd lessen the enormity Of my endless emptiness. I'd sew a song Into the you-shaped hole Of longing your life left Imprinted on my soul. A never-ending Heart-mending singsong To fill me and Fulfill me. But wait... If I could recreate reality I'd have no use for tinned kisses Or pointless paltry poetry Or stitches in my soul. Because you'd be here. And I'd be whole.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
If I could recreate reality
If I could recreate reality I'd soften the finality Of your forced farewell. I'd make it so That I can peel Your every kiss-shaped memory From my skin And keep them in a tin. So that when I miss Your goey lips Against my cheek or chin I'd simply take them out And let them kiss themselves Onto my skin again. If I could recreate reality I'd lessen the enormity Of my endless emptiness. I'd sew a song Into the you-shaped hole Of longing your life left Imprinted on my soul. A never-ending Heart-mending singsong To fill me and Fulfill me. But wait... If I could recreate reality I'd have no use for tinned kisses Or pointless paltry poetry Or stitches in my soul. Because you'd be here. And I'd be whole.
Written for my daughter who passed away recently - shortly after her first birthday.
#love#death#loss#mother#reality#longing#grief#child#emptiness
ilva
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ilva
South African
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
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