April 17, 2010

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Poem comes from prompt 23 here.


What have you forgotten already?
What has been prematurely
     lost to complacent familiarity?
Do you still know the color of
     my eyes, or even the
     intangible way they
     change when they are angry?
What will you wish you'd written
     down, photographed, when
     you've moved on?
Will you grasp for the sensation
     of my callouses against your hands?
Will you miss my insomnia, the
     way it afforded us a few
     extra hours?
What will you regret not doing?
What will you hate yourself for
     in the morning?

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