Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

I thought you knew,
I thought you understood,
how much I needed you,
but my needing
was meaningless,
an empty vessel for you to discard.

I became forgotten leers
before I was a moment,
my whispers spoken near
missed from afar,
the distance to you
further than memories lost in translation.

There are no walls to pound,
nor walls to hide behind
when my world has fallen down,
but you’d never know
when you’re deaf to me
and I’m left gathering shadows alone.

©March 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

4 Replies to “Forgotten”

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    • I’m glad that it touched you, Sara, but it pains me that it touched your heart in the present. I once ran from what hurt me most—touched down in five different states over three years—and while I treasure many moments from those journeys, the location changes weren’t what healed me inside. I dearly hope your healing blossoms soon.

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