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 Aug 2013 Tori Hart
Brittney Anne
365 days it's been
Since I first saw you
     at that record store around the corner
Oh how I can never
seem to forget that cute little grin

we had conversations
    about music and favorite ice cream
I swear you almost
dinned Lou Reed into my head
            didn't take long for me
to have to find my patience

But I didn't mind
        because you looked at
me like no other boy would

we went on dates to
        Ben & Jerry's and
afterwards we went along
      and met your mates.

You took me to all
your thinking spots where
      we shared all our
deep secrets
every dripple, every drop

We spent some nights
     hiding in the sheets
gazing into
each others eyes
     as you kissed me 'till
the morning sky

You told me you
loved me so
and never met someone with
the purest heart
      I never had a clue..

Awoke one beautiful
     morning to awful
news
you picked up the phone
               they told you I was dying
you held me and started crying

I told you
"bad things happen to good people"
your words went into
         circles as you told me
"I'm here and I'm never letting go"
     that's when I knew
I loved you so.

              365 days it's been
     since I first saw you
at the record store around
            the corner

Never have I
     stopped loving
you
  not once,
not
   ever.
 Aug 2013 Tori Hart
Dilectus
i miss you like a cigarette, and you were no good for me too.
the room smelled so
suddenly of my grandmother
cigarettes doused in perfume
--cover the smoke

my jaw is shaped like hers:
a protuberance of chin on a face
{the bump of a curly bracket}

in her split level cottage,
a home away from home,
I made

little tea set memories
positioned in pastel houses
“I’m a lady,” I told her,
only dolls for witnesses.

smell the similarities of our faces.
hints of cigarette perfume
emanating from the pores
in my plastic doll skin
evaluating descriptions
of myself and what it means
to have high arches
and elbows that crack.

or angry base ****** expressions.
I don’t look friendy.
or personable
or happy.

what I’ve found is I don’t fit
into a perfectly shaped puzzle piece
hole (that was made for me
to help identify who I am)

I am unidentifiable by choice.

or maybe it's not willingly
but rather an unfortunate truth
I have mistaken as my own decision.

all I really wanted was
someone who fit into
the puzzle with me.

like two nesting birds
that stuff their feathery bodies
into too-tight spaces.
(we don’t fit)

instead I am just one
lonely bird in a too big nest.

my feathers are ruffled
from frantic, panicked waves
of agoraphobic episodes.

this immense space
looks ridiculous
for one body

I can't be the only one who feels so

alone.
suggestions suggestions always welcome
He held her gently and looked into her eyes
She looked away and threw the dice
"Look, it's a four" she giggled
He looked at her and this time around he kissed her
She blushed and realized he wanted to talk
"What is it Luke? Are you alright?"
He looked stressed like he added another twenty years over night,
"I'm not going to be around for long" he said softly
"Are you leaving me?" The light drained from her eyes
"No, not that, you need to get a life" he said blatantly
Holding a hand to her mouth, she wept quietly
She sniffed in a few times and pulled her rebellious hair behind her ears
He loosened his hold of her, "Sarah, I'm an old man, I don't have your kind of strength"
She screamed as she cried, "But I love you, what is the matter with you?" For some seconds she held her breadth
"Who is she? Who the hell is she?" she asked quietly,
He looked at her in wild disbelief and grunted, "Oh Sarah"
"Is she older, with grey hair like you? Does her belly sag? Has she done surgery or something? Someone you met in your college back then? Or she sell books?..." Her list was endless. He watched her with interest, their relationship was unusually right. She was the daughter he never had, just that she came with a different tag "girlfriend". And their relationship had gone from one with mutual understanding to another with undeniable thirst for love. She was fragile to him, he was soothing to her! He'd taught her bit of things he'd gathered from his life experience and her youthful vibe and energy had pushed him beyond limit. They complimented each other in a crazy way. She would dance and drag him all the way, his weak thrusts she accepted gratefully. She was contented, didn't want more!
"Ok, it's Cancer" he cut her off. She twirled around,
"That's her name? Really lame! I can't believe this" she walked away from him and stopped abruptly.
"Cancer? Oh my God! You are sick?" She blurted out. She looked like she was going to faint.
He tried to calm her down as she went hysterical, she didn't wanna be alone and begged him not to die. She sprayed his hair with dye and cooked healthy meals, everything just to make him stay. He asked her to leave many times but she swore never to, at least not in his trying times.
Weeks went by and months followed swiftly. In his last days, she never left his sides. He looked healthier than her, she made jokes that made him choke with laughter. And finally, she resolved to silence. They communicated with their hearts and eyes. The nurses admired her courage and wanted to know more.
"Sarah, your father would be fine" One had said to her. She chuckled, her eyes never leaving him as she answered, "He's the boyfriend that never took me to the alter"
The nurse hurried away. After he passed on, her life  took an uneventful turn.
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