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Jun 2015
You have left and
I will watch as you walk away
Watch you become so small until you are
A speck on the horizon

Then I'll turn my thoughts to something new
Or some old thing that I thought I had let rest long ago
Either way I will distract myself and not call it 'waiting'
What do I have to 'wait' for anyway, maybe just a new day

A day that has no scent of you
With a nightfall that will bring peaceful rest
A rest with no dreams of my loss
No dreams of what was once something that I called mine

Plastic toy soldiers will now guard my bruised heart
They will guard against any intruder that might want to distract
Me from my wallowing in self pity
Creating my pain from frame to frame in a comic book life

A cosmic tale of a fish that I call a whale
A boat that I float in a sea of stars that shoot a movie
Of a sad sad man who doesn't understand
And if he did he wouldn't change a thing

I should have said Yes but I said No
And now I tell myself  it doesn't really matter
A lie I will tell the world to save some face
To sooth my broken ego that masquerades as my heart
Irving MacPherson
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