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See But Can't Feel

She was there every day. Now I don't know why.

By David FournierPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

You see it but your fingers can’t reach it.

Our senses are only there to deceive.

Or perhaps they lend a hand to perceive.

Nobody is there if I choose.

It’s easy to go on with eyes closed.

I had a real shot at her once.

I lay awake thinking about her every night.

I wondered if I’d ever stop thinking about her.

Now I can barely remember what she looks like.

You know it’s funny, you get used to having something in your life.

It’s part of your every day.

You just take it for granted.

Then it’s gone and suddenly you realize how much it meant to you.

It’s time I have faith in someone to unlock it all and scoop the stars out of the sky.

Let me take you there.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

David Fournier

I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.

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