Reading a poem often inspires me to write a poem and reading one today about how one poet tries not to think about a past lost love I was struck by the fact that I do exactly the opposite.....
Sometimes in sepia I let you in
a young man in a photograph
raising his hand as if to throw a stone-
it wouldn't have been a stone-
but half a century later
it could have been anything.
Sometimes I let in the moment
our eyes met and time faltered-
a lens refracting light
bending it to focus
catching us mid frame
releasing us on emergence.
Sometimes it's your voice I let in
on the other end of the line
giving me a line -something
about football practice or matches-
creating a gravity so strong
I can't evade it.
And sometimes- the last time-
we are sitting across a formica topped table
your eyes panning beyond me
into the past or into the future
and me not asking why
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