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Jan 2017
deep blue dreams of a world where you've passed on
even the sunlight is cold, streaming onto the kitchen sink
the world is incredibly quiet after someone has left it
a strange universe where we cannot fight over our grievances
or become bitter about past wounds because only
wind blows where you used to sit, and a deep knowing
sets inside my bones, that you are never coming home
you walk and talk and exist outside
of the blue haze, in the flesh
but your spirit has abandoned the rickety house of
fragile hopes and uncertain desires
it was necessary, it was goodbye, I try
to tell myself that this kitchen won't be blue forever
flipping through yellow pages for a name that time erased
drag myself out of the wasteland
Written by
Fae
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