I remember

by | Jan 23, 2024 | Flotsam and Jetsam

I remember


That one once you were real
but not the world.
Your hand lay next to the empty cup.
I floated in a surreal dream
but it was real, your hand. I could simply have
a tiny bit
then, calloused and hewn with vitreous time
the soft under-flesh of yours
would have been on mine and
but I didn’t.
The coffee shop was full of people
and my life with reality
where dreams push in like climate change
unwanted, unstoppable, overwhelming
and things can never be the same.

A simple poem about meeting up with your first love, or an old lover. I was honoured that it was selected for the table decorations for the Sisterhood exhibition at The Studio Art Gallery in Ballito.

Written by Lana Hunneyball

Editor I Writer I Author I Poet

I believe in the power of words to connect, inspire, and transform.

"Life is giving birth to yourself" ~ Erich Fromm



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