TRY AGAIN

I remember
all burnt dinners and skipped breakfasts,
because you couldn’t face us
being in separate places,
so we stayed in bed instead,
counting.
You calculated days
that
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 –

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19 thoughts on “TRY AGAIN

  1. Rosh says:

    poor michelle šŸ˜›

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

  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. 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!

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