Sunday, 29 January 2017

A Poem A Day 22

Déjà Vu

Sometimes I pretend
I miss you, 
remember the moments
that seemed real,
tunnel my recall
to unconfuted fantasy,
and wish backwards
for what wasn’t.

We could pretend,
skin on skin,
to be joined;
play at percipience
and once again
know intimately, our
separate, hollow yearning
to be known.

Kerry Miller

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