Not Even for You

Alledria Hurt
I recreate from memory the words I deleted yesterday
Knowing I won't send them today
Anymore than I would when I wrote them first.

I think of you.
I write about you.
I write letters to you.
I commit you to memory,
paper,
notecard,
computer screen,
the ether,
My soul.

Knowing with each breath
These are unworthless words
Unable to reach you
As I am unable to extend
To send.

My fingers,
My heart,
My soul
Hold too tightly
To unwrap me from them.
To unentangle is an activity
I consider everyday
Yet cannot manage.

The words I recreate everyday,
Rewrite everyday,
Relive everyday,
Are all I truly have left.
To give them to you
Leaves me with nothing.
I cannot be nothing.
Not even for you.

Published by Alledria Hurt

About Me: eclectic writer of articles, reviews, and short stories; reader of everything longer than the nutrition information on the cereal box; unabashed watcher of trashy movies (some of them are actually...  View profile

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  • Diana Morris5/2/2010

    I really love this.

  • Jillian McCoy5/2/2010

    This is just lovely. I love the way you worded things, letting the reader decide the emotion.

  • Karen Sanders5/2/2010

    That's beautiful! Well done!

  • Sue Gibson5/1/2010

    Very deep, Alledria.

  • Linda M. McCloud5/1/2010

    Beautiful!!!

  • Faye Fairley5/1/2010

    so beautiful, Alledria, luv 2 U

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