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Here's some proof that I was a much better poet when I was 17. :) Let me know what you think of Chubbs the 17-year-old poet. I really hope I can write something like this again. For now, I can just marvel at the fact that I wrote this 7 years ago. :)



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i saw you today.

for a split second,
i heard
the rustle of your pants
the sound of your voice
the clink of your chain
then i was deaf.

for a split second,
i saw
the ease of your walk
the depth of your eyes
the soreness of your scars
then i was blind.

for a split second,
i felt
the aura of your presence
the warmth of your smile
the emptiness of your heart
then i was numb.

back to the past
     i was for a split second
back to the grace
     of your presence
back to the privilege
     of your glance
back to the dream
     of your love

why didn’t i hear
     the beat of your heart?
why didn’t i see
     the purity of your soul?
why didn’t i feel
     the essence of who you really are?

because
     i am too
          deaf.
     i am too
          blind.
     i am too
          numb.
for your world
for your
     passionate,
          eccentric,
               lonely
world.

i could never
     understand nor love
the mystery...
     that is you
even just for a split second


© Isabel M. Casas 20020131