if you were a punctuation mark, what would you be?
half a full stop,
there,
but not there yet
an almost,
half a heartbeat,
the last letter you wrote but never posted,
the last living petal of a flower,
the last word you couldn’t complete,
the words you screamed,
but never meant.
incomplete,
like a sunset during a storm,
like rain when you’re lost,
so many words,
just not enough.
half a quotation mark,
a world in a phrase,
the other half of an incomplete sentence,
the last name you whispered,
the last sketch you drew,
the last song you thought of.
you,
in the lyrics of a song,
a song you play,
over,
and over,
and over again,
like repetition,
on a loop.
a world within itself,
like,
half a comma
too many words,
too little a sentence.
you keep talking
some days,
like wild fire
on others,
like a lost leaf
in an ocean.
the horizon,
whispers your name
in half a letter.
the silence between your sentences,
the ones you never utter,
a little home,
in the sound of your laughter,
and
you,
in the words you say,
and those you don’t.
half of you,
in the other half
of an Incomplete sentence.
•
•
•
_you remind me of a semi colon
06/04
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 6
#napowrimo
half a full stop,
there,
but not there yet
an almost,
half a heartbeat,
the last letter you wrote but never posted,
the last living petal of a flower,
the last word you couldn’t complete,
the words you screamed,
but never meant.
incomplete,
like a sunset during a storm,
like rain when you’re lost,
so many words,
just not enough.
half a quotation mark,
a world in a phrase,
the other half of an incomplete sentence,
the last name you whispered,
the last sketch you drew,
the last song you thought of.
you,
in the lyrics of a song,
a song you play,
over,
and over,
and over again,
like repetition,
on a loop.
a world within itself,
like,
half a comma
too many words,
too little a sentence.
you keep talking
some days,
like wild fire
on others,
like a lost leaf
in an ocean.
the horizon,
whispers your name
in half a letter.
the silence between your sentences,
the ones you never utter,
a little home,
in the sound of your laughter,
and
you,
in the words you say,
and those you don’t.
half of you,
in the other half
of an Incomplete sentence.
•
•
•
_you remind me of a semi colon
06/04
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 6
#napowrimo


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