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Feb 2013
Tracing older memories with fingertips on pillows
Staring at the thought of her and refusing just to let go
Of eyes that could pierce any wall of clouds
And hands that could mould the life of a star
You remind me each time that we speak
That not everything has to go away
I'll always see the same old things
And that's what you bring to me

Memories will peek out from underneath of covers
Gazing at the time that's passed
And this is what you remind me of
Singular thoughts will never be foreboding
Staring at the blanket sky
Laying outside alone for once
Each light described just who you are
Each star helped build your constellation

Carving names in the side of trees
Running old movies in my head
The imbalance in all of nature was
That you and I weren't there
An empty patch of grass was left
And there it sat all alone
Each blade of grass held memories
A thousand moments to not remove
Hmmmmm. I don't know if I like this one.
Michael Pick
Written by
Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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