memories of you
images in ink and sighs
sift through the pages of my mind
a soft breeze fluttering
a sharp gust and I remember you
your smile as you stroked my cheek
the sun streaming through my hair
my own smile reflected in your brown eyes
turn the page
and I woke to your strong hands
gentle and rough
I want to live in these moments forever
bookmarks and dogears
you filled all the empty places in me
I learned to breathe
my fingers slide along the edges of my heart
papercuts of memory
they draw out tears instead of blood
my heart aches in my chest
I’m afraid I’ve faded from your mind
that I’ve been placed on a different shelf
I was worn out and well-read
but did you see the cream-colored spaces
between the carefully crafted script
they say they know me
but they know what I want them to know
you I felt
saw past the vulnerability that hid
all my innermost truths
I think I was wrong
when I really think about it
you looked deeply but still didn’t see me
and the result is me
pulling down this well-worn tome
turning yellowed pages
blowing dust off these memories
me laying in your arms

tara caribou | ©️2019

27 thoughts on “Papercuts

  1. “you looked deeply but still didn’t see me”….Tara I have recently taken to just liking instead of commenting, your writing is so raw and gentle and soulful and real that I have run out of expletives to describe your work.

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    1. I’m not sure. But I will now think that you just said that and I will blush (a little) and say, compared to you, I’m rubbish…. so I won’t compare myself to you, lol.

      ….and thank you. That comment just completely made my day.

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