Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Forgetta: A Poem

After he first said: “I love you,” she responded in kind
and with bright sincerity. He believed her. He couldn’t
help noticing, though, how she seemed uncomfortable
in her body for hours afterward: how she would raise a
shoulder and simultaneously tilt her head toward it…
sometimes cup or rub her neck. “Are you ok?” he asked.
She smiled up and out of places he couldn’t see and said
she was fine, so happy, her voice cheery as birdsong.
It took time, but he realized that ‘I love you’ was never
what she longed to hear. Over more time, he learned why
(how often it had been said by those who had seemed,
just after, to forget her). Over more time, still, he found
the phrase that always unlocked the happiest of her sighs:
                         'I'm thinking of you.'


  1. I love you sometimes is simply a phrase that without the action does not mean much. A powerful poem Brandee....I am sorry I have not been by much the last couple of years. I promise to visit more 2016 dear friend. :-)

  2. So true, three little words that have caused so much joy then pain.

    It made me think of the song "More than Words"

    "All you have to do is close your eyes
    And just reach out your hands and touch me
    Hold me close don't ever let me go
    More than words is all I ever needed you to show
    Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
    'Cause I'd already know."