Whispered Were The Words
Too much for granted
I’ve fallen deep into a space that’s without you
I feel around to touch but don’t know where you have gone to
Somebody once said fly alone you’ll be stronger
But it was something that you said that which made me stay that much longer
Those words they have escaped me
Whispered softly and so plainly
They are words which most use daily
Common words you spoke which saved me
You gave me family love and life
You said yes you’ll be my wife
I gave you nothing I had promised
I let you down and wasn’t honest
I gave up on me and sadly us
Pushing you to do what you must
When I left that morning that Sunday
I thought I’d calm down and it would be okay
I’d come home to see you and the kids happy
To see me again in our home not angry
It’s been months now since I walked
When I should have stayed and talked
I would be there with you now
Not sitting here wondering how
I could be so blind to what we had
What we had built good and bad
But through my fingers I let it slip
For years bit by bit
Now there’s nothing left to hold
Except those words to me you told
As I am sure you don’t remember
You said I love you now and forever
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Daniel Oconnor
My passion is words, when I write it usually takes no more than half an hour to bring to life what I’m thinking... if I leave it inside my head i obsess over the thoughts and they transform into something I can’t express...
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Authors note: I originally published this with no explanatory note, after a conversation with my partner in which we both agreed that no one would think these were my views, it was sufficiently over the top for it to be evidently a caricatured collection of some of the "microaggressive" things that can be said by people of one race to those of another. And lets be clear, I had in mind a white man talking to a black man in a country in which white is the majority. I wrote this after a conversation I had at work about the idea of microaggressions, in which we thought about who they were micro for - for the speaker, each of these comments may feel "micro", for the receiver, maybe not. I chose some of these lines carefully and deliberately, most of them are things I have heard said. But I wanted to come back and make absolutely clear that this is not a poem representing my views. We thought I didn't need to, but perhaps its not actually so very over the top as a caricature. Perhaps its a little too close to the bone. Perhaps that I would assume otherwise is in itself an illustration of my privilege.
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