Saturday, 29 June 2013


Still shadow in the grey mist
Crystal sounds of clear springs over pebbles
Odor of cedar acrid herb
Contemplation of emptiness a cold fear
Gnawing at my mind replaying the voice
forgotten its timbre the heightened laugh

Anxious scoldings almost but still a construction
Not an authentic memory
What was the last thing she said
It felt so good to vanish with her
All of my emotions resonated with the songs
Of her arrivals and departures
I am dissolving because of the loss of her

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