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Brother
If I fall down
because I tripped on one of the cracks
in the black asphalt
that expanded in this morning’s frost,
and skinned my knee,
you wouldn’t be
there to help me back up,
and wipe away my tears.
We are so much more than brother and sister;
so much more than best friends.
Without you,
I don’t know how
I’ll survive.
Gone.
After days of knowing,
and dreading and dreading...
As I say goodbye,
you’ve already gone.
But my heart still whispers,
unasked and endlessly repeating:
goodbye...goodbye...goodbye...
goodbye?
I shakily believe I can make it,
and it forms a solid enough bar
to give me something to hold onto.
But I’m still testing its strength,
hoping, pleading, that it will support me,
and not vanish,
making me fall down,
like I tripped on a crack in the black asphalt.
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I'm glad you like it, I was doubting a little after the first reaction to it.
Actually, it didn't happen to me, it's a situation one of my best friends is currently in. The emotions she was conveying to me about the situation were so powerful that I wanted to write a poem about it..et voila!
I find sometimes that I can write the best poems by stepping into other people's shoes and trying to explain their emotions. Taking myself out of the picture means that I'm not blinded by personal interest and I can express plainly what's really happening.
Another poem where I used this same method is My Eternal Summer. I'd love to know what you think of it.
Wow, this is amazing...
Can I hear the backstory, the inspiration? Was this something that happened to you?
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