Morse Code

A poem I wrote the other day about the realization that sometimes, we can lose even the people we love most.

Trees are bare, for nothing can grow in January.
We
stare through opposite windows
each seeing a different side of that old oak where
we
used to play.

Words are mouthed through glass.
(Fogging the pristine surface
but doing little else.)
They were hyphenated and abbreviated by time until dots and dashes are
all that remain.

I
think once
you
tried to teach me Morse code but
I
have long since forgotten what the dots and dashes mean.

Maybe once
you
tried to say something and
I
should have listened but now all
I
see are abbreviated and hyphenated sentiments, mouthed from young lips
through fogged glass.

.. | .-.. --- ...- . | -.-- --- ..-*


*I love you

Author's Note

Please give feedback but only if it is constructive-- I don't want to hear "THIS SUCKS!", I want to hear "It would be better if you did xyz."

Reviews

[Jacquelene Vanessa More..]

i would suggest taking out the parenthesis in the second stanza it's distracting and takes away from the
perspective of the poem. otherwise it 's good

[Melissa]

I liked it. and i like how you put an emphasis on we, you, and I by putting them on a line by themselves.

[Alex]

This was really good! It made sense!