Reading black from white
looking for truth between lines of poetry
touching September
as if life depended on it
you wrapped love around me
silhouetted my shape
gave direction to my facial expressions
I always knew, you’d leave
when too much space closed in on us
and love gently breathed
in magical moments, meaning something
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memories need a funeral
to be put to rest
perhaps forever
tucked away in the attic of a mind
brought out on occasion and dusted off
just to recall images left under eyelids
...in touch, in tune with September
5/3/08

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