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Jul 2014
we spoke to each other softly
and played with each others hair
while the clouds passed above us and
we dreamt of what it’d be like to run away from our problems
and I turned and looked at you through the tall grass
and watched every blade cast the softest shadow on your face
you stared back
with the most broken of glances
and I knew that the fire we’d started
would soon swallow us whole
yet we still kept fighting
for what we knew we deserved

and now
each day passes
like falling petals from a wilting flower
we pass by each other
like leaves blowing in an ever changing wind
we dance and sway
constantly torn apart by the unknown future
and the feelings bound to our chests by barbed wire
and glue
we’ve poisoned each other in the most beautiful way
with each “I love you” and every “I’d die for you”
we clouded our minds and fed oxygen to the flames
these were our last goodbyes
our final moments
yet we both knew we were meant to be free
to break away form from the rusted cage we’d been put in
and like moths we sprung from our cocoons
and flew towards the light

and now years have passed
I’ve kept you hidden away
I’ve kept photographs of you locked away in gold boxes
and each memory we shared
became it’s glowing moth
flying towards it’s own personal oblivion
making whatever it had known
eternal
Copyright Christopher Zaghi 2014
Christopher Zaghi
Written by
Christopher Zaghi  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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