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Eriko Jan 2016
The drowning of night
And recollection of thoughts
Like a murmur of rain
And in our breaths
the scent of pain
Eriko Jan 2016
I feel like we have been living
While one looks at one another
And while the other
Looks straight ahead
Knowing, wishing
Yet always too shy
To see the glimpse
Of another side
So we sit and laugh
Talk for hours
Falling with only
The sound of our voices
Yearning for the day
We can live under
The bright sunny sky
And look in each other's eyes
To realize this is what
Maybe it's supposed to feel like
Eriko Jan 2016
Something enriched within
Every bout of daily sway
Gentle fingers looping in jeans
Methodical gestures at eyes so serene
They tally, they talk like catastrophe
Our private thoughts sewn into pockets
Our retreat to the world to those
Who stitched our life into a better wellbeing
With lingering bitterness of white wine
And aching hearts just upon presence
Doing anything to remind, to relive
That moment so precious cupped
Something like golden breath
All of that memory and feeling
Building so sweetly and murmuring
So as that person beholds upon flesh
It's nearly impossible to reveal
At since you have met
You haven't been able to rest
Eriko Jan 2016
There has to be something
and sometimes
that is enough
Eriko Jan 2016
sometimes you have to ask yourself*
who is living your life
fear
or
**you
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