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Return to Preston Street

Contributed by debris on Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 08:06:19 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove




Rumours came softly like scent on a breeze.
I should not have listened but I could not appease;
my passions, my pleasures, my pain, my arousal.
I needed to know if those words were unfounded.
And so I returned,
to the place where I’d left.
The street where you burned.

It sickened me quickly, the sights and the sounds.
Ghosts of the past that still wander around.
I waited for hours that crept into night,
refusing each offer of pleasure, delight.
No sign of my lady, my lover of old.
The street still keeps busy, the city still cold.
I return home without answers,
restless yet listless
from Preston Street dancers.

I questioned no one, so that I would not know
and vowed to myself to Preston Street go.
I return nightly and search so discreetly.
In every doorway I pray that you’ll meet me
Still I search on.
You’re never here
but I feel you’re not gone.






Copyright © debris ... [ 2010-07-03 08:06:19]
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Re: Return to Preston Street (User Rating: 1 )
by bubly on Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 10:06:51 AM AEST
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Nice....and very true.The search goes on...


Re: Return to Preston Street (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Unknown on Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 10:22:19 AM AEST
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Very good write. Don't worry, you'll find her. Keep looking.:)


Re: Return to Preston Street (User Rating: 1 )
by lesoleilnoire on Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 07:48:57 PM AEST
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Your poem does an amazing job of capturing the essence of love's addiction. Nicely written!

Heidi




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