Poetry

Maybe

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I hold her in my arms and the world around us disintegrates.

The life I had before her seems almost alien as if it was just my imagination.

She carefully draws with her fingers on my chest while playfully biting on my lower

lip. I pull myself back a bit to clench my eyes shut and open them again to make sure this

moment was actually happening. She was gone and I laughed, of course this was all a dream.

It was me, this bed and a picture of her branded in my head. Morning came in and there she

was again, every inch of perfection curled under my blanket. Was I going insane? Maybe. Did

it matter? A little, just not enough for me to stop staring. I could watch her sleep forever.


Photographer Unknown

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14 comments on “Maybe

  1. Loved this. I hope to eventually have the skill to write something similar. Thank you for creating it.

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  2. you’re so good 🙂

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  3. meineDwenie

    As always 🙂

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  4. Was I going insane? Maybe. Did
    it matter? A little, just not enough for me to
    stop staring. I could watch sleep her forever.

    Absolutely beautiful, although it is more of a paragraph then a poem but beautiful nonetheless. 🙂

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  5. Beautiful sensations and imagery.

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  6. The other day, upon the stair
    I saw a man who wasn’t there
    He wasn’t there again today
    I wish that he would go away

    (paraphrased epigram about zen)

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  7. Margaret Baker

    Excellent! Wish I could write as well.

    Like

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