Poetry Collection.

"Not Much of an Ode, My Friend."

Okay. So what if I'm doing more than one poem from this book a day? Don't dam the rivers of creativity.

Daily Prompt: "Write an ode to an ex-friend or ex-lover."

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I must have forgotten, for a time,
the way my chest would warm with the strangest buzzing sensation
and my eyes would crinkle, countless, at the corners,
at the simple sight of your smile.

For years the sands have shifted in the glass—
quite enough that I had forgotten your name.

What beauty was our simplicity,
what refuge was our secret tongue.

I had forgotten that joy,
that feeling,
when we long sat by the campfire
and laughed seamless into the night,
of turning to see you at my hip.

Some would argue that was where you belonged.

I had forgotten that imprint you had left,
for the stitches had healed nicely,
though sometimes my sides still ache
with a phantom twin.

You had always looked so lovely
with the glow of the fire
softening your jaw
and flickering upon your freckled skin.

When I forget you again,
I hope I do not forget this.

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(December 20th, 2023.)

Not much of an ode, is it? Sorry. I tried, but my melody ran away from me.