Some of my wrties for this past year
As I lay
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as I lay on this couch
my memory plays tricks
on me
making the past new.
Reminding me of you.
I can remember how
every inch of you had
a different flavor and sent.
Sweetly spicy feel of you.
Or how the curve of you
is the perfect match for the
hole in me.
We have walked hand n hand
along the same roads
often enough
cleaned the dust off our shoes
and warmed by the same fire.
And when the paper chains
that held us together we gone,
and the sight of restless pain
crossed your face, I died.
And even when the end of
this tragedy comes, and all
I've become is the comforter.
I will find some rest that I was
able to be at least that
for you.
Plucked String
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The strings are plucked
and my mind starts to travel.
You see with all the
sharps and flats,
waves of happiness are sown.
The percussion beats
along with the butterfly's wings
flying at my side.
And the voice
with its languid movement
moves along with my feet
Merrily back to your side.
IN WAR, PRAY OVER THE DEAD AND RIDE ON, FOR THERE IS ALWAYS ANOTHER FIGHT ON THE HORIZON.