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You once sat,
in the palm of my hand
told me love,
was our home to share.

Did I forget?

You once raved,
of my stellar cooking
often looking
where I couldn't see.

Did I forget?

I paced the hospital floor
seeking an end
to the anticipation of doom
you couldn't fight.

Did I forget?

A long breath leaves you
lost in the atmosphere
you die alone
in endless night.

Did I forget!
Did I forget that you made me?
That you toiled for hours in the womb of love
nursing the fractures I had when you found me?!
Did I forget how you taught me symbols of communication
that allowed you to understand me beyond the shallow
shadows that I was so used to receiving as love?
I must have forgotten? My heart must be rotten...
Did I forget the taste of the salt on your lips,
as if you were a boundless sea that would
never drown me, or sequester me from light?
I must have lost my mind, why!
Why can one act unbind the seams
of such a precious gift: the threads
of love and the tome of truth!

When I fell in love again,
I must have forgotten,
because for the first time
in my wandering life
I didn't know you
anymore.
It's strange how all of these events in our lives are connected to one another. If we spare a moment to forget the idea of loneliness, we can find one another drifting in the same expanse of a short yet profound distance.

Enjoy!

DEW
 Jun 2016 Angeline
Gareth
No more Masters
No more Slaves

No more Borders
No more Banks

That's what I want to see

But the sad reality

The world we live in is dead
Slaves to the rich

Exploited , brainwashed masses
Same coloured sheep
Programmed from birth

Consumed by consuming
Purchase from birth
I better be better than Lucy
Latest trends be trending
That's what I am worth

No more Love and patience
Instant gratification
Discarded hearts line the earth

We will rather have money
Than love in our life

Labels and status
They are net worth

It would be better
If

No more Masters
No more Slaves

No more Borders
No more Banks
 Jun 2016 Angeline
hsc
misunderstood
 Jun 2016 Angeline
hsc
"This is the problem,", I hear myself say.
Night unravels all the progress of day.
You and your problems aren't less important than me or mine...
That's just the thought in all our lives.
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