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[framlingem]

"Elegy"

I remember all our lost tomorrows,
all the hot chocolate and coffee evenings
sitting in the same room in the dark.
I remember all the mornings of terrible
breath and hair in all directions.

I remember the way your cheek would have felt
beneath my hand, and the angle of my neck,
bent back to kiss you on tiptoe.
I remember the way you would have said my name,
and the surprise in your eyes at
the way I would have looked at you.

I remember that my parents would have liked you -
my father would have shown you his garage,
and you would have pretended to be interested
for my sake. And I would have done the same in
your mother's garden.

I remember the house we'll never buy, and
the arguments over the paint colors,
and I remember that I would have washed
while you dried.
And then I remember that it won't be me.
I remember all our lost tomorrows.

Comments

[darcedor.livejournal.com]

This is absolutely fantastic. I think I almost cried. Can you just publish a collection? Please. For me. And for yourself. And for everyone. :) Would you mind if I posted this in my LJ so some people I know can read it?

[framlingem.livejournal.com]

I'd prefer if you linked it :-)

(and you made me blush.)