Those eyes haven’t looked at me
The way they looked at her
That once-upon-a-time when
Your heart would skip a beat
On her every appearance.
Your lips have never sighed my name
Like they still trace hers
When you, wrecked, heartsore,
Cry a river on your pillow cover.
Fingers, they’ve never caressed me
The way they cling to her nightdress,
Or thumb through that picture-book
Hidden under our mattress.
The heart that bleats in that chest
Never dances at the sound
Of my feet at our hearth,
But gallops for phantasms
Loud, like a foaming horse
Craving its own death.
Two flavors of agony –
Too disparate, too far gone.
You tarry for no one’s sake,
While I, with a borrowed name,
Cling to second-hand stakes.
I’m the weed on the grave of an angel;
The glutton with the illegitimate love.
The spurious spouse;
Always
second
to
someone.
….
Copyright © 2020 Pradita Kapahi
“You tarry for no one’s sake,
While I, with a borrowed name,
Cling to second-hand stakes…”
Bravo bravo!😊💜
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Thanks a lot for visiting and appreciating 😊😊
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All lines so exquisitely beautiful and deeply touching.
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The anguish in this poem touched my heart. Bravo! How have you been Pradita 🙂
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Thanks a lot, D. I’ve been well. How about you?
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Getting along! 😊
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Covid, i bet?
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Haha. Indeed😋
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Hang in there,girl. All the best ❤️
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beautifully penned
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Thanks a lot 😊 😊
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You are welcome, Pradita!
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Absolutely amazing on longing and desires, the unquenched. You make poetry so easily and free Prads!
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Beautiful creation… well penned… liked it… 🙂
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Thanks a lot 🙂
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