Untitled By: Rodney Fenner

How many ways can I say the things I’ve said?
Explain how to articulate these feelings you’ve bred
Is it real or am I being fictitiously fed
By a desire that only exists in my head?

You’ve bought the one thing money can’t purchase
What I promised not to give unless it was perfect
Things I buried within, you brought to the surface
The part of me I’ve starved, you came and nourished

What made it so different the day we met?
What made you in particular so hard to forget?
Why did I fall in without fear of regret?
Why was it so easy for you to get in my chest?

I don’t think I have ever been so sincere
It’s still hard to grasp and it’s been almost a year
Communication has thinned, but the feelings are still here
They have a life of their own, that much is clear

How do they still linger? What holds them in place?
These emotions reserved for the sight of your face
They were drawn on my heart and can’t be erased
Not for another have I ever felt this way

Rodney Fenner
DOC #1436377

Categories: poems, Rodney Fenner

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