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Poems
Jun 2014
I Open Windows
I open windows every day,
to let the wind air out my room.
Blowing out all the memories,
clearing out the lonely gloom.
The smell of flowers covers
what lingers of your cologne.
And in the fall the smell of leaves
masks that I am here alone.
The sounds of outside drown out
your voice echoing in my head.
Trees rustling and birds singing
ring in my ears instead.
The breeze feels so familiar,
slightly cool across my cheek.
It replaces the touch of your hand,
saying things without having to speak.
But I wake in the dark of the night,
shivering from the cold.
The wind has crawled in my bed,
and you're not here to hold.
I push down on the window,
but it's stuck, and so am I.
My sheets are frigid and foreign,
I can't sleep but I still try.
The sounds are now haunting,
crickets and howling at the moon.
I touch your side of the bed,
and pray I fall asleep soon.
#love
#senses
#alone
#sleep
#memories
#night
#wind
#room
#haunting
#bedroom
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lm
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