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Aug 2010
Flowers float and flow in February forever
And a day too long and far away so
Take the train to September and stay a while this time.
Try to remember that sparkling time when
Rain turns to snow and love turns cold and
I asked you the question that you could not answer
So you smiled that way like who’s the Boss?
And I don’t know either.
Let’s ask the man with the hat and the cat,
It purrs when you’re not looking
And loses sleep in the winter.
I know I’m crazy but it only highlights the fact that
You don’t love me anymore. But it doesn’t matter.
I’m not left behind, I’m moving forward on rewind.
To a time when women are precious in a way
You cannot break or take so strike a match
And watch it burn. Light a fire,
It gets so hot and turns my cheeks red and fades
Down to a glowing ember and up in smoke.
I know the dream and the way to December.
Don’t call me.
Don’t call me anything anymore anyway.
If it’s all the same I’d rather dance alone in my kitchen.
It’s a little small for two.
Cheryl Materi
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Cheryl Materi
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