The Marks You Left Behind
An Original Poem
By Rachel DionnePublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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Every word that you utter is a life sentence to me.
Without your words, though, I would be empty.
You leave prints on the world around you.
You left a mark on the table outside the Café du Monte.
In the steeple of the church along the square.
On my very soul.
You strengthen the chords that echo
Like a symphony into the depths of time and space.
And I stand here,
Gazing at you,
In utter bewilderment.
I am honored to be imprinted by you.
About the Creator
Rachel Dionne
There is a story that a man and not a man
Saw and did not see a bird and not a bird
Perched on a branch and not a branch
And hit him and did not hit him with a rock and not a rock.
{How is this possible?}
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