Poem of the Month: November 2009

ask me what I remember



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Ask me what I remember
and i will not say your eyes
the blueness hard to quantify
in terms of sea or skies.
Ask me what I remember
and I will say your collarbone
the balustrade for my breath
and when I am alone
It is the memory of how it felt,
that I won’t forget, even if I could,
in this slow and long withdrawal
of you ebbing from my blood.

© James Nash [Coma Songs]

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