The mystery haunts me,
Far too many memories exist without
Me, and I am
Increasingly
Doubting my own. I’ve been
Awake too long,
So has he.
Damaged Shimmer.
I held his breath,
And now I am
Waiting to breathe again.
I’ve found my place
Though, on the bridge
Between here and there.
I do not, and will not, wish
For ways to cross.
I can see the shadows
From the trees rising,
Over the bright green marsh.
I could be anywhere at this moment,
But here I remain.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
The mystery haunts me,
Far too many memories exist without
Me, and I am
Increasingly
Doubting my own. I’ve been
Awake too long,
So has he.
Damaged Shimmer.
I held his breath,
And now I am
Waiting to breathe again.
I’ve found my place
Though, on the bridge
Between here and there.
I do not, and will not, wish
For ways to cross.
I can see the shadows
From the trees rising,
Over the bright green marsh.
I could be anywhere at this moment,
But here I remain.
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