Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Would That We Had Met Earlier
when last we spoke
oh how I tried to play it cool
your voice soothes my soul
your mind a balm upon my heart
your laughter my sustenance
I let your words burn themselves
upon the chambers of my spirit
each one becoming a part of me
I cling in near desperation for you
how easily you buried deep
within every fiber of my being
‘til I can’t see
where I end and you begin
oh I play it cool yet
when you lifted your hand
and said good night
my heart nearly dropped from my chest
the loss was so great
I cried
oh god how I cried
shuddering jolting sobs tormenting my frame
we were so close I almost was able to touch you
you are so completely beautiful in my eyes
I felt the warmth of your passing
but the near-miss of our collision
has created a swirling gravity inside me
and I will always from here on
turn my face towards you
should you glance upon me again
I will tuck away all these tears
and the dreams I see for us
will remain closely hidden in me
tara caribou | ©️2019
12 Comments on “Would That We Had Met Earlier”
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double dang. poignant and precise. got me all alliterative.
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Thanks Mike
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Beautifully written, deeply emotional words ❤
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Thanks Tom.
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Romantic as always but sad undertones. Loved it, as always ❤️
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Thank you JC
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Great post 😄
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Your words are like a palm touching me on the shoulder. Partly to sooth and partly to show affection. Don’t worry, it is me not you. You write with such deep passion.
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Thank you, always, for the kind words.
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You are welcome.
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This was beautiful, Tara, in many different ways. Thank you for sharing yourself so passionately.
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Thank you AC.
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