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Static Cling July 29, 2010

Posted by findingherforte in poetry.
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This was not written based on true events. Just true fears.

Where you no longer
linger, in body and mind,
your scent still
clings
like an autumn leaf
in denial of spring

Desperately tugging
at the tattered
corners of my
memory
Though faded, they
light up a life
amidst dark hours

Performing the role
of a simple reminder
conjuring weak smiles
Innocent enough
until night falls and
it only emphasizes
your absence

Once sleep overcomes me,
a dreaming fool,
my senses allude to illusion
of a world where
you roam
And, like your aura,
I cling to the pillow
that your head no longer
falls upon

An era ended swiftly
a history never fading
how cruel a fate
for a widow to keep reliving
what’s dead

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1. Michael - July 29, 2010

Wow. You really captured sadness here. Excellent work love!


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