Not your smile, turn
of phrase, of cheek.
Not I love you.
Not I. No hands,
no dangerous
charm. No teeth,
no tongue, no things
we long for. Not
the things you kept.
No risk. No pull,
no push. No flush
of lips and hips
against night bricks
and fog. It’s you,
not me. Even
so. We could start
again. Not hands.
Not fingertips.
No and no and not.
Gabrielle Freeman’s poetry has been published in many journals including Beecher’s Magazine, Chagrin River Review, The Emerson Review, Gabby, Minetta Review, and Shenandoah. She earned her MFA in poetry through Converse College. Gabrielle lives with her family in North Carolina. She blogs about writing and all things random at http://www.ladyrandom.com.
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