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Motive
Contributed by
Clayman
on
Thursday, 10th September 2009 @ 02:41:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Glancing at the carriages
as my train caterpillars by,
pausing silently to see your face.
Memory of you but a sprout of yesterday.
It's been a year thrice since you left.
They recommended burning
all the shoeboxes
where I keep you alive.
Carefully pushing me along
to advance,
progress,
through this labyrinth,
this life they call my mess...
Six revolutions of earth.
Nostalgia no more transparent.
Affections paced back and forth
but none of them as you.
I digress.
A decade past your death
the winter of this reaches blindly.
We are separate train wrecks now
yet your face still haunts each breath.
-Svw
Copyright ©
Clayman
... [
2009-09-10 02:41:08] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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