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Mar 2018
I dashed my hope
of giving voice to the words
that could have so easily been said.
Long after you’re gone,
I find myself hunting heads
between the rabble
not surrending
till I find one as nice as yours.
Long after you’re gone,
I sigh in a taxi around the night because
once more I return home
still without
having cherished the stars with you.
Long after you’re gone,
I’m more mess,more tangle, more cluster
than I used to.
but I keep reminding my drained bones
not to fall but
to stand upright
with maid,
even if they thought you were my backbone.
Long after you’re gone,
every other afternoon
for you
I sing the songs that
give voice to the words that could have so easily been said.
Long after you’re gone,
I reminisce and recapture your time on me
which resembles
the bees and the flowers in the spring,
long before it passes into oblivion.
Long after you’re gone,
I recall the moment
in which i reached your lips with my own
aiming to descend into your world
but you stepped back,
and long after you’re gone,
i haven’t gone under that kind of beauty again.
Long after you’re gone,
I scrawl poems on my bedroom walls
which embellish ways and oddities
in which I resort to
to make you remember.
But long after you’re gone,
I know you are
the poem i always needed.
ƛrtie
Written by
ƛrtie  16/F/Greece
(16/F/Greece)   
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   Jesse stillwater
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