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I Feel Strange

Sometimes I feel so strange
I speak more to the dearly departed
Some I knew well, others I did not
Is it so then that they are still alive
It seems they are just getting started

I had to ask one for permission
Another if I'm heading in the right direction
Is it that I hear only what I want to hear
Or is it that I only can truly listen
To those relieved of what we must bear?

I really want to know
Do you know my thoughts and sin?
If I bring you flowers will you tell me?
A picture and a tear as our eyes met again
Memories as shadows under a distant tree

People never seem to change
But you do now though the story is told
When I think of you I fill in the missing colors
When I discover all the spaces between us
Unspoken words, a bouquet I can now arrange


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on September 20, 2019:

@Lorna - Thank you again for your kind words! This one is real. It is the warm feeling I have on the inside for my lost family and friends. They are their to comfort me and I tried to get that across in my words.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on September 20, 2019:

@Artchelle - I never wish to provoke discomfort when I write but I suppose we can all relate to those we have lost to the afterlife. I went to the grave of an old friend recently and it hit me hard. Thank you for commenting.

Lorna Lamon on September 20, 2019:

There was something so comforting in this lovely poem conjuring up memories of those we used to know and those we hold dear. Poignant and beautiful.

Artchelle Arcillas from Philippines on September 20, 2019:

This poem has given me memories I never wanted to remember again. Love how evocative this is.

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