When you were green and vibrant and you belonged to me, this was the song I knew you by.
When you were paling with the change in seasons, and I still kept vigil, this was the song I knew you by.
When you were undeniably gone and there was nothing left to watch out for, I still kept watching the shimmering horizon with this song in my heart.
Now that there's nothing left, the sun has set and the day has dimmed, and a disproportionate night has set in, I still hum to myself. Just in case you might hear. Just In case both of us might get a second Chance at something that mattered. Even if it only matters to me.
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Grayspace
PoetryThis project is the author's exercise of methods using automatism as either the finished product or the basis for stories and poems. Nonsense, jarring images, and peculiar journeys woven from the stuff of dreams await. You might laugh. You might cr...
