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Dec 2011
The bitter taste engulfs my mouth as I seal it shut
Running my finger along its ridges, its blood red mouth
Clasping half-heartedly. The past, gone with it. I frown,
Wondering, will the words ever meet your lips?
Not that I will ever know or hear them; it’s just a thought
An idea, me pondering. A wonder in itself.

I think of it now:
A rectangular bride to be;
Always close, but too far away
For one to love. We were preposterous really

Stuck in a childish fantasy - our eyes
Never mirrors. Never mixed equally.
But still we wandered blindingly into it all
Confidence aloof, affection confused,
Morals not withstanding, apply within.

Snow dusts the world outside as I call to slumber
The silence grows duller, a silence
That was filled of your thoughts once
What should fill it now? My own thoughts?

Or just prayer? Or perhaps I should leave it
Untainted, free from the obscene racket
The raucous laughter that we once shared
Wandering our own snow dusted worlds
Filling up our silences.
Written by
Anthony McKee  Belfast
(Belfast)   
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