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To never again pick her up at the Train station. *"Look for that green dress you Love. I'll be the one in it, loving You."* To never again watch her Frustrated and cursing the Similarities between puzzle Pieces, with Easter snow teasing The windows behind her Silhouette in my living room as Belle spotifies Pieces On my stereo and I just Stare, smiling like an idiot until My gaze burns a hole in her Beautiful neck, and she turns And giggles "what?" Blushing and rubbing her cheeks From smiling so much. To never again. The first flowers I gave her made Her cry. As did the last ones. I don't even know if she'll see The card with these ones that Says *"thank you for each second Together."* So romantic how we thought Death by her cancer or my failing Heart would end us. No, the trivialities of Life Saw our poem burned. Buried Like some completely healthy Pet put down prematurely. I remember the mid 80's; dad Drunk and unproud knocking On the door to my room. *"I killed the kittens again. Soon it'll be your turn."* Now I know why he always Kicked at the cats. He was kicking himself. As do I. Never again. Train stations and green dresses Will always hurt like Hell, and people loving, and Kittens, and puzzle pieces that Look alike. "Never again?" She asks. I love her too much to lie.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Green Dresses, Puzzle Pieces; Kittens and a Shovel
To never again pick her up at the Train station. *"Look for that green dress you Love. I'll be the one in it, loving You."* To never again watch her Frustrated and cursing the Similarities between puzzle Pieces, with Easter snow teasing The windows behind her Silhouette in my living room as Belle spotifies Pieces On my stereo and I just Stare, smiling like an idiot until My gaze burns a hole in her Beautiful neck, and she turns And giggles "what?" Blushing and rubbing her cheeks From smiling so much. To never again. The first flowers I gave her made Her cry. As did the last ones. I don't even know if she'll see The card with these ones that Says *"thank you for each second Together."* So romantic how we thought Death by her cancer or my failing Heart would end us. No, the trivialities of Life Saw our poem burned. Buried Like some completely healthy Pet put down prematurely. I remember the mid 80's; dad Drunk and unproud knocking On the door to my room. *"I killed the kittens again. Soon it'll be your turn."* Now I know why he always Kicked at the cats. He was kicking himself. As do I. Never again. Train stations and green dresses Will always hurt like Hell, and people loving, and Kittens, and puzzle pieces that Look alike. "Never again?" She asks. I love her too much to lie.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
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