she

she slips from my grasp
those moments that i held her
could taste the essence of her
are gone without a trace

she slips from my view
but i don’t need to see her
i know her shape and purpose
as if it were my own

she slips from my mind
but when i really need her
can’t find my way without her
i know she’s always there

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  1. damommza

     /  August 29, 2011

    I don’t know if you realize how beautiful this poem is. But it is.

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