Forgetting by Abigale Louise LeCavalier

Thinking of you
in a way abstract,
trying to find significance
in words,
turning the page smoking
burning the fingertips.

And I know you are listening
to my far away song,
I’m not quite dead yet,
just skeptical the way
the mouse is of the cat.

I have been swallowed whole before.

Letting go of water,
not willing or wanting affliction,
pasting your picture
at the ending
of an unread book.

Placing a milk glass in your hand; invisible,
you have touched my soul and left it.

Never forgetting the Moon
and that I’m always in your shadow.

Abigale Louise LeCavalier lives in San Diego California by way of Mammoth Lakes California. An admittedly ‘self absorbed poet’ and full time Alien, Abigale writes from the heart. Most of her pieces are dark and revealing narratives of things and issues she has had to deal with in her life. Giving the reader a look on the not so bright side of life.



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