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Aramitz J Durant Sep 2019
a thousand i miss yous linger
in the sky, stubborn clouds that they
are. but i am not tall enough,
nor can i reach high enough to
bring them down and spill them upon
the floor for you. so they remain
there, unspoken, unrained, unloved.
Matthew Codd May 2019
Sometimes I forget and the bells are unrung
Prayers unsaid
Hymns unsung

Sometimes I forget and the dirt is unstirred
Sky unrained
Birds unheard

Sometimes I forget and the worms are unfed
Bough unblown
Leaves unshed

Sometimes I forget and your face is unframed
Bed unseen
Stone unnamed

Sometimes I forget and your voice is unstopped
Flowers uncut
Life uncropped

Sometimes I forget and my smile is unfeigned
Nights undark
Days unpained

— The End —