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.
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Oh Oh slipping away from me......
Lately, you walk ahead, leaving me behind, seldom looking back. I can’t laugh anymore; you don’t care enough to listen. Brilliant.
^ I'm with Deborah, that's my favourite bit :)
wow.
love it.
How come? ms. Mannning,,
Sad yet beautiful:-)
Truly beautiful. It manages to touch the sadness nerve. Brilliant poem.
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
A very real write. Honest voice. Enjoyed much.
http://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/unexpected.html
I agree. This definitely feels real and honest. Very sad.
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