There’s a poem in me today; I know it. There’s a poem about a smile which makes my chest ache and a corpse somewhere that barely resembles a body and a loss that I’ll never truly know.
There’s a poem in me about a man that scares me and a nervous response that I regret each time it forces my face into a smile.
There are novels in me about lives unlived and restless staring at a blank sheet of paper as the stories fight amongst each other instead of preserving their selves.
There are worlds in me that you’ll never know and souls that I will never touch and lovers that will never meet without me.
And yet I file away at the edges of the days until they are dull and blunt.
Each day I miss you
Just a little less;
Cleansing years pass.
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The gentle eraser of time
passes over your entire life;
You disappear before my eyes
yet somehow I will thrive .
Had I a minute with a younger me;
I’d share this aroma of vanilla and cigarettes.
The scarred skin.
The dull translucent eyes.
I’d tell her;
Keep your beauty,
For you’ll lose your mind.
I’d tell her;
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[Inspired in some convoluted way by this post]
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And suddenly the whole world was white light;
And suddenly time melted away;
There was you.
Give me winter, and give me the sea.
Give me the cold sun of a November morning. Give me pebbles and broken shells; Give me the wind of the shore; Give me time, give me time.
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