little girl gone
I couldn’t get far enough away
from you
waiting for time to deliver happiness
waiting for years to make sense
naturally, I lost you
to a boy
(thinking he was a man)
and me, trying to…what was it?
wondering what it meant
fast-forwarding the years
and then, I stopped missing you
pretending the dark
didn’t scare me anymore
the image in the mirror
seconds into years
blurred
perhaps, now, to have
once again
the you I can never be
holding the years
hoping you find
you
and not me
from you
waiting for time to deliver happiness
waiting for years to make sense
naturally, I lost you
to a boy
(thinking he was a man)
and me, trying to…what was it?
wondering what it meant
fast-forwarding the years
and then, I stopped missing you
pretending the dark
didn’t scare me anymore
the image in the mirror
seconds into years
blurred
perhaps, now, to have
once again
the you I can never be
holding the years
hoping you find
you
and not me
posted by Melissa at 2:53 PM
2 Comments:
What if your little girl gone is lost somewhere waiting for you?
Perhaps she is writing this same poem from another place.
Now that I have a framework for understanding performance--I see this poem as very performative!
By the way, joking aside, I like it.
I like especially: stanzas two and three.
Many of your poems begin quite wide and then there is spiraling down toward an inner core as the lines narrow, become specific to a simple "me." Interiority.
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