As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.
June 2015
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Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.
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We just were and I just was. We lived in a moment and danced until darkness caressed our words. It was a chapter, a story, a lovely memory forever cherished in my memories.
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They say if the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve, but if he can’t see me and I can’t see him, why does that hurt me?
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I am not a hopeless romantic. I don’t hope for romance. I don’t really hope for anything. Just me, myself and I and if someone else comes along, that’s fine.
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I no longer feel him in the air so who knows if he still lingers here.
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he moved
frolicked
danced in the distance
and as his eyes glistened
i wrotehis mouth moves
hands sway aside
they land upon my chest
and he grooves
his heart twirlsscared of the dark
but the sun listened
through mountains
his thighs trembled
shoulders could only handlea heart of never
soul too yellow
stature too mellow
he loved through glasses
craved the mountain
the climb“the taste,” he cried
yet never died
regardless time
his life
just the way he held the knife
