You have become less you
and more an if only.
You are bigger
than the reason I hate Februarys.
You are more than a sound.
you are larger, but lighter
than the sum of your bones
and the shape of your name
adding to a greater absence,
a negative space
where memory should live.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
very beautiful and sad.
Thank you. Father’s day triggered this, I think.
Hmmm. yea. Your writing is beautiful and moving!
Taut and poignant!
Thanks so much, Bart!
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Susan, Your poem paints the silver edgeless shape of someone’s “not being” for twenty-five years. The invisible current of should-have-been pours among the rock-shadows of what was. This is lovely and wistful with thin sharp elbows of longing. ((SIGH))
Alice
Alice, thank you so much.
You’re very welcome, Susan.
Gentle and yet so brutal. 🙂
Thanks, Nomzi.
You are welcome Susan 🙂
Good poem.
Thank you.
My heart goes out to you. The poem is perfection.
Thanks, Starra.
Killer final two lines, Susan.
Aw, Polly, thank you.
A palpable emptiness here, Suz. This one hits me right in the heart, as you could see:
http://aprayerlikegravity.wordpress.com/poem-cycles/the-shapes-cycle/
You sure we’re not related, wave-length-wise?
John, I think we must be related 😉
achingly good
Thank you, Paul.
… or a what if? Oh well, we live, we learn.
http://www.jukebo.com/the-indigo-girls/music-clip,become-you,p8zzr.html
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