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Thursday, December 29, 2011

After reading Shapiro's Coloring Book

Our love didn't break as others have sharp fragments that hurt
Afraid of fading in tedious we let it trap in the time, a smile farewell.

One day my body was a shell merely to contain you.
The next day, empty of you. Got to be filled somehow.

I read, I travel, I write,
as if we were traveling separately.
But sometimes I remember the sweetness,
and it bears your name.

I murmured to myself maybe maybe.

A tree that once was a seedling
A guitar that once was a truck of bare wood
A view from the window that once was yesterday's
that once was last year's
Once we were in each other's life

I wished this chapter never closes

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