A gimmick poem where the idea is that this is a parenthetical idea to the moment that is just happening, the between the lines. I never told this person what I felt, even though I told her I loved her. It was always way more complicated than that (this being the same person as "Hope, She Said".
"Parenthetical"
(did the whisper of the words between the words alight featherdust light upon your ears as I spoke my bit, or should I take your face frozen in such expression to mean that the things said were all that were said even though said was a whole lot more said-- assuming I did not just watch you pour away out the dark doorwary into the hallway and fade into light screams like moments holding breath against tears and everything while my mouth was trapped shut gaping with long unspoken parentheses?)
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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