Remember when we escaped
the holy sea of tents
and your girlfriend that one time?
I still remember the
freedom of the wind
coming through your car windows
while we blasted the radio
and laughed like laughing was oxygen,
and remember the fortunes?
Twenty-four in a row,
and yours opened flour and water
to reveal curses,
and mine promised divinity
in a cookie crust.
And remember when we sort of loved each other,
but never said so
until afterwards?
We had only ever joked about
my fork in the road,
and which way I should take.
You said you were waiting at one end,
and I pictured dancing casinos,
wearing red top hats,
and fast cars,
and the cloying singe of
cloves on my tongue.
But I said no.
I’ve had so many more forks, C.,
it’s hard to think about them all,
and how they’ve led me winding here,
to my happiness and dissatisfaction,
which is why I have to walk
with a foot on each side
of the path.
Why walk or choose a path lovely Songbird, when you have the ability to fly over them? ♥
fucking prettiest comment ever.
I think this one is one of your strongest ones. Damn, i like this so much. As much as i like letter c. You’re good, girl!!!
The letter’s C and O are especially lovely! Thanks for your always-wonderful comments.
Lovely 🙂 You are such an inspiration!
Pardon my roughness but fucking beautiful.
No pardon necessary, thank you!
I hope that C realizes he was your muse for this.
Oh, I doubt he could care less, but not in a bad way…
If he heard this he would care.
Frost would love this. I did. Talk to me.
I wish I were as certain as he was…
damn this is good! can you recommend a tattoo font? 😉
Orator 😉
Nice articulation of the heart. 🙂 E
thanks, Eric
Beautiful, Shrinks. Laughing like oxygen, and a foot on each side of the path. Wonderful work!
Thanks. It still makes a ridiculous picture in my head, like a cartoon, but how else can I word it?
Now THIS would make a great song!
He’d like that…maybe I’ll try one day
You should. It’s got that kind of message that sells
This is a bit of a non-comment – but I was just writing about why we choose certain paths and about people who don’t walk on the path.
Beautiful poem – I can feel both the disappointment and the hope.
Can I choose all the paths?
I think the answer is that you should avoid choosing any path for as long as you can.
Forever?
If you can get away with it.
Okay, that is the new plan, then.
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thank you.
so many spectacular words and every one connects and sings inside me – an amazing piece this one!
i love this comment, thank you so much!
Yes. This is phenomenal.
less suicidal, just for you 😉
Yay. That makes me happy! 😉
This is an amazing poem – you had me breathless awaiting the next words!
Thank you so much