I remember
all burnt dinners and skipped breakfasts,
because you couldn’t face us
being in separate places,
so we stayed in bed instead,
You calculated days
we still have left
and I
summed up echoes
of those memories we had.
Numbers didn’t match,
but I knew it was because
our minds
were so pathetically different.
They still are.

– Chatty Owl –

19 thoughts on “TRY AGAIN

  1. withheldindarkness says:

    My first thoughts were of children seeing their parents divorce (or living separate lives but putting on a show for the kids), then it turned more towards lovers (???) on different paths. Or perhaps grown up the child still struggles with their parents??

    I guess poetry can mean different things to different people … thanks for sharing.

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Now that you mentioned it, I read it again and yes, I can see why one would have thought that. Thats the beauty of poetry – people can understand that in many different ways. Thanks for stopping by though and taking time to read this!

  2. Salty Frosting says:

    Comparing what remains versus what was… Never going to match, no matter the number of attempts … Echoes don’t look for dancing partners… I suppose it’s pathetic for any mind to hope otherwise.

    Sarcastic Michelle served well in this post…

  3. Rosh says:

    poor michelle šŸ˜›

    i guess we all keep trying…to make those numbers find something that still keeps us together…

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