She said:
You entered into me
In a way that I
Never entered into youI’m not referring here to
The obvious, physical way
In which this statement would be trueI am referring to the way in which
You took up all of my imaginationHow I could imagine no scene,
Enjoy no place,
Experience no pleasure
Without your imagined presence
Somehow becoming part of itAnd yet I seem
To have remained always outside youTo be viewed
To be touched
To be sensed
But neverReally
To be thought of
This is quite stimulating, great post.
Thank you, I really appreciate your kind words.
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If any of you care to read it, I’ve started a blog for character pieces. This was my first post. – Owen
Love this
I love the last line here. Very nice! To be within and without, tis tragic and all too common.
Thank you. It fascinates me the way people do and don’t connect with each other.
This- feels all too familiar. Nice work.