Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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I Shouldn’t

July 23, 2014


I shouldn’t be here,
listening to you breathe,
feeling you shift in bed,
dreaming of a never time,
speaking words best left unsaid.
I shouldn’t be here,
sipping your strong coffee,
sharing your buttered toast,
talking of the news,
and laughing at your jokes.
I shouldn’t be here,
smelling your earthy scent,
touching the back of your neck in the morning light,
nor kissing you in the dimming incandescent night.
I shouldn’t be here,
sitting on your front porch,
tending to your sun baked ferns,
reading your sincerely written words,
nor thinking of touch, for which I yearn.
I should leave.
Sharing time is weaving
more weft through steady warp.
To loosen make believe
and slow connecting skin,
this binding we need thwart.
If I leave
will you remember me?
Will you see my face in a crowd,
only to see it disappear?
Will you see my head thrown back with eyes
only to remember my tears?
If I leave,
will you remember my finger tips
touching the crook of your arm?
Will you miss them dear?
Will you long for tousled hair?
Will thoughts of a life without me
bring you any fear?
Tell me please
before I leave
that you will miss me so.
Tell me please
before I leave
that you don’t want me to go.

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It is on many levels that you can read and understand this poem MJ. It could be you husband that you are listening to and know you have to go to work, excersize, etc., Or it could be an affair that you can’t pull away from. I love the rhythm of the poem and the repeating first line. but the ending really sticks with you. Love the poem, thanks for sharing your hearts work.


July 26, 2014

Love it! Thank you for sharing!!

Alison Ryan

July 24, 2014

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