"Coming Back to Visit" Replacement
She left home last night
when she could not remain devoted.
I remember that winter,
her hands smoothing my hair,
the rhythm of my heart, pound pound,
her breath soft as skin.
My fingers brush stray hair from her neck,
golden bed head.
She has suffered tears of a heart for my relief.
Then she cradled me to her self.
I wrapped arms around her waist
and buried tear-stained cheeks into her chest.
Once her arms opened for me and no one else.
Her touch would trace down my face.
I hungered for her warmth as comfort.
I did not need to stain her with tears like that,
to soak her shirt with my woes
cover her with desperate words,
to pile my sorrows on her own like laundry in the basket,
to grasp her beliefs--wrench them from her heart,
to devour her kindness and chase her from home.
Again, one of those assignments from a creative writing class. I forget the author, but this is a replacement poem of Coming Back to Visit... Meaning I took a poem and replaced all the words and lines with similar ones so said out loud, the poems should flow similarly. Mm, I think that's what I did... This was kind of a while ago :P