The Question
Sometimes you just live with what happened,
let it lie asleep on the rug at your feet,
since after all it will wake one day
from the dream it’s been dreaming
and raise its head to look you in the face
and ask the very question you’ve been dreading,
to which you wish you had no answer
but you do.
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From start to finish, a compelling poem. The personification puts me in the moment exactly.
You get right to the point and it’s devastating. So good Kevin! PS. Coleman says it’s his favorite so far but I can’t choose.
Love how this poem so perfectly condenses that moment of reckoning.