Lamenting passion of a year ago;
Recalling kisses you used to sow,
Along my arms and
down my chest;
Between our hearts
What is this feeling?
You call it love.
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A winding icy path,
and a test of fate.
Only a step away.
I have needs, apparently.
Can’t get it.
Don’t even know it.
In that moment, we were exactly who we wanted to be.
I was Emily and you were James;
The lines on your face didn’t matter;
The rip in my dress didn’t matter.
You whispered beautiful horrible things;
I held your waist next to mine;
You picked me up like three dozen roses,
and twirled me round like a new teddy bear.
We held each other’s gaze with a smile
and kissed like we’d never meet again.
What fortune tellers we were.
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Bass gaining power;
Every cell filled
with musical cliches;
But I can still hear
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Each day I miss you
Just a little less;
Cleansing years pass.
Some days, you love me
like our last day,
but does that mean
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More empty promises
Over an empty bottle.
I can’t stand being me .
But how do I change who I am?
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There’s nothing at this dead end.
Not a view,
Not a home.
A pile of rubble
That used to be a life.
The gentle eraser of time
passes over your entire life;
You disappear before my eyes
yet somehow I will thrive .