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Apr 2015
"Breathe catch your breath
        don't move, be still
nothing in the world
        can touch you now I am here."
      That was the last promise you left me with
           your arm over my shoulder
                  my head falling to your chest
      the slow beat of your heart
          held me still, rhythmic ticking
time passing at once serene, not rushing
                my tears settled themselves
            in the oversized t'shirt I usually
                sleep soundly in.
  But I awaken to a new dawn
                   and you're gone.
        It was just a dream,
                    just a ******* dream about you.


© Sia Jane
Another poem from today, typed out on my beautiful typewriter Mr Darcy. There is so much freedom in typing with imperfection. I have missed my typewriter days.
Written by
Sia Jane  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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