For a moment there I'd thought I'd lost you
Trusted your love to another's soft arms
Sacrificed your soothing words for the sake
Of some dear soul in greater need of
Your deep wisdom and your comforting thoughts
When I scanned the room and could not find you
The curve of your spine seemingly absent
My heart dropped like a lead weight in the sea
Had I in my rash haste cast you outwards?
Had I chosen to share you, lend your love?
I have, in the past lost many like you
But you are one I could not bear to lose
My life is a list of borrowed lovers
Who have left my doorstep and not returned
Names gathering dust in far off houses
Fear overwhelms me and in panic
I scour my house for a trace of you
Conjuring your faint image to my mind
I throw my anxious self about the rooms
Frantically searching high and low for you
For a moment there, I'd thought I'd lost you
Placed your pages in another's soft arms
But there you sit, hidden, partly obscured
Awaiting my touch and my devotion
Ready to tell your stories
My hand caresses the curve of your spine
Opens your cover, and your words spill forth
Curled against cushions, gazing at your face
You are mine and I am yours once again
And we rediscover an old friendship.
Bonus: Actual performance of the poem. ACT Poetry Slam Finals 2010.
Occasional dispatches of florid prose and metre.
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