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seating plan

Contributed by Haligh on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 06:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



there's a girl, she is sitting at the desk by the closet
she feels kind of empty and so she drowns in her sorrow
forgetting to try to pretend that she's happy.

through the winter she sits in this desk by the closet
watching snow fall through the shadows from the distant light of the

window
never thinking one thought of her lost admonition
told to forget what was taken and the love that she'd given

in the summer she sat in that desk by the window
watching carefully all of the trees and their beauty
sitting behind her is the face of another
who she thought would continue to sit there forever

a leave fell, then another, and they all just kept falling
seats changed and she was now there by the closet
all that was left was a glimse of his haircut
so crooked and mis-shapen from the slip of her scissors

in that brief time in between the summer and winter
could she have fixed things? could things have been better?
she thinks about this at her desk by the closet
while she memorizes all the curves of his shadow
where her hands have been, where her eyes have seen,
where her mind still goes often to feel better
but it hurts so bad that she hardly lives
and can't help but to torture her dying soul

maybe spring will be moving her back to the window
is the only hope worth all her trite suffocation
or maybe this time she'll be sitting by the door




Copyright © Haligh ... [ 2002-11-03 18:30:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: seating plan (User Rating: 1 )
by spaceotter on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 07:11:41 PM AEST
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Ouch! Powerfull write.


Re: seating plan (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 4th November 2002 @ 01:47:03 AM AEST
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A very good & touching poem!!! Good luck.Christina


Re: seating plan (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Tuesday, 5th November 2002 @ 03:30:36 AM AEST
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Heartwrenching....Well done!

Larry




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