Saturday, June 11, 2011

Slipping Through



Today's muse: Carry on Tuesday

Today's prompt: The title to ABBA's song, Slipping through my fingers.

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Slipping Through

Back then, we walked side by side, our pace matched. We laughed and talked, finished each others sentences.

We held hands, fingers linked, palms pressed.

Lately, you walk ahead, leaving me behind, seldom looking back. I can’t laugh anymore; you don’t care enough to listen.

I’m trying to hold tight, but I feel you slipping through my fingers.


10 comments:

Whitesnake said...

Oh Oh slipping away from me......

Deborah said...

Lately, you walk ahead, leaving me behind, seldom looking back. I can’t laugh anymore; you don’t care enough to listen. Brilliant.

Spook The Scribbler said...

^ I'm with Deborah, that's my favourite bit :)

Jingle said...

wow.

love it.

glnroz said...

How come? ms. Mannning,,

upinthecosmos said...

Sad yet beautiful:-)

andymac89 said...

Truly beautiful. It manages to touch the sadness nerve. Brilliant poem.

jaerose said...

There are universal signs of things slipping by aren't they..it all tends to go down hill once you take your hands out of each others jeans pockets..I still hope they re-join fingers..Jae

Henry Clemmons said...

A very real write. Honest voice. Enjoyed much.

http://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/unexpected.html

gsb3 said...

I agree. This definitely feels real and honest. Very sad.