lol, I came here to demand my going away poem, and here it was, already here. This reminds me of something I heard in a movie I watched the other night. It was called 'Sylvia' and it was about Sylvia Plath. She was talking about searching for someone who was shaped to fit that part of you that was missing, to make you whole. It was something I'd thought of often. Now that I think about it, I don't really know why your poem reminds me of it, lol. Oh well.
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lol, I came here to demand my going away poem, and here it was, already here.
This reminds me of something I heard in a movie I watched the other night. It was called 'Sylvia' and it was about Sylvia Plath.
She was talking about searching for someone who was shaped to fit that part of you that was missing, to make you whole. It was something I'd thought of often. Now that I think about it, I don't really know why your poem reminds me of it, lol. Oh well.
Reply poem:
I saw in you a cut
the shape of me
and thought I spied
finally
a place where I might fit
Summer ends
where fading light
brings memories
a paper cut in the sky
that almost fit
the shape of I
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