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Colm May 2019
Park bench sitting
Hands aching
Side-by-side

As strangers ask
Quiet questions pass
Like cotton seeds

As an opportunity
The breeze
Passes us by

Blown
Shoot
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He walks upon the water, he spends a long time watching from his wooden tower, afraid he would drown in water. Such time went to waste for his assuming.
Doomed to his anchored environment, held back by his inner dialogues.
In such fulfillment of his own truth he had lost to understand the importance of perspective.
Yet on some day he walked, a careful but determent wander across the water towards his deepest desires. His old truth finally neglected.
Moonchild May 2019
I have been dreaming a lot about you these days, and it seems like spring has about to digest everything on me.

Your hand that lingers on my skin, your smile, your laugh, your voice, your face. I've just been thinking of coming back to you, and I guess I still can't move on with due.
Caitlin May 2019
It won't hurt like this forever.
One day, you'll wake up,
and the pain won't take your breath away.
You won't fear the coming day
that you have to do alone
and before you did it together.
And you'll pass their picture in the hallway
or the shoes you still can't throw out
or the cinnamon candies that you never liked
but that you'd give anything to smell on his breath,
you'll pass and look at them fondly
and you'll swear you can feel their arms around you
just for a second.
And it won't hurt so much when the feeling passes.
People will stop looking at you with pity,
and you'll enjoy lunches with friends again.
You'll all laugh as if nothing ever happened.
But the empty chair beside you
will be a testament that you just can't shake
although you'd never try anyway.
The pain you have and harbor
is proof that you loved
and lost
but loved, all the same.
It will never stop hurting
but you'll embrace the pain.
For my cousin Kristy
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