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It remains More tangible to me than your remains.   It is tied to me by soft twine Light translucent, a dragged cloud Unseen unfelt unforgotten   You don’t let me forget You are long […]

Jacob Parsons

Jacob Parsons is an aspiring writer based in Darwin, Australia. He has been writing poetry since 2014.

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This article was published by Helen Bowell on 22 Apr 2017, and is filed under Poetry.

The Debt by Jacob Parsons

It remains

More tangible to me than your remains.

 

It is tied to me by soft twine

Light translucent, a dragged cloud

Unseen unfelt unforgotten

 

You don’t let me forget

You are long present

Never letting your spectral eye

Stray from your investment.

 

I live in your shade

A draped tattered shawl

A father’s insulation from the sun

 

There is a debt

 

Your reminders come through sitting water

I stare down, you stare back

Alive and shimmering in the almost-still surface

 

If they could find purchase

I would prick you with needles

And with sucking tubes of clear plastic

I would pump my blood your blood.

Give back. Repay.

 

But I’m sorry

What you gave me I can’t return

 

 

 

 

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