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Sweet Dark Ache

A Poem

Photo by Angel Sinigersky on Unsplash

I try to paint
the sweet dark ache
of yesterday’s memories

but they slip off my brush
roll down the easel
and into the cavity

between my sanity
and Neruda’s poetry,
crushed like the orbs

of berries beneath our feet
when we walked
through summer

and you picked a wildflower
paused to hold
your palms to my cheeks

move my hair
tuck that flower behind my ear
and I paused too

to fall in love with you
I try to paint those
wild berry memories

but they slip off my brush
so I hope you accept
this poem in their stead.

Audio read by Melinda A Smith:

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