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Forgotten

March 23, 2011
By alicen1ndrland GOLD, Bethesda, Maryland
alicen1ndrland GOLD, Bethesda, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it&#039;s dead for you.&rdquo;<br /> ~Oscar Wilde<br /> I must lie down where all the ladders start<br /> In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart. <br /> ~William Butler Yeats


The ghost of you leaves
Not a single hollow handprint.
Bloody, bloody footsteps, but
No trace on pale carpets.
I can let go
Of your icicle fingers with ease;
It’s too easy to wipe away specter fingerprints.
Haunting songs, forgotten
As soon as they are sung—
Why can’t I cling to your memory?
Why does it slither
From a lax fist that clenches only when you are gone?

The author's comments:
I'm not entirely sure I can even give a definitive answer for what this is about. I think it's definitely going to resonate differently with everyone, but to me it's about losing someone--not necessarily literally, but in that they fade from your mind and your consciousness.

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