Subtexting – A Poem by Marie C Lecrivain

Poetry Breakfast


I don’t know if you aware of this,
but I cry after our conversations,
which are few and far between.

Your voice grows softer with each
discourse, though your laugh is still
full of joy, and your wit hasn’t lost

its razor edge. I ask how you are,
and defensiveness emerges in your
voice, that question of how much

you’ll reveal because you know why
I call, and I need to convince
myself all parts of you are still

present and accounted for. I know
you’re reconciled with loneliness,
as you hope – one day- I’ll be, but this

is where our paths diverge, as they did
the moment I entered the world,
much to your sorrow and displeasure.

In the meantime, love and filial bonds
are the rule of the hour. What’s left unsaid
is the greatest gift to our shared memory.



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