some days
I look for more than three seconds
in the mirror-
I count my lashes
I touch the lid
how soft are they
were they softer
thirteen years ago?
(fourteen
or fifteen?)
I lost count
of the London Bridges
we built
all those times,
all those years ago
I lost count
of the smiles and laughter
we shared
(missing tooth aside)
I lost count of the sleepovers
we had at mine
I lost count of the sleepovers
we had at yours
I lost count
of the ridiculous dresses
you let me keep
and the ridiculous toys
I let you keep
I lost count
of all the memories we thought
we will cherish in the years
I lost count
of all things we thought
we had forever
today,
all I know
is that
I can count the hair on my head
my lashes
my fingers
and my toes
but not us--
not our friendship.
London Bridge has fallen down...
My Fair Lady
(where are the iron bars?)
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©VioletEden
14thJuly2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
