~ As the fingerprints left in the dust
forgotten by time, and darkened by the settling of night air
Our lovely, picture-framed memories
become laden with the same passing.
Forsaken affection, lost to the cadency of shattered whispers,
which speak of past possibilities.
The rhythmical motions play for this last time.
Tongues silenced, pacing stilled,
while a mind dreams of what may have been ~
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Written September 22nd, 2004
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It is the rumors of what may have been that ruined the possibilities that could have become. Allegations play on the mind at night. They come to us in our beds and make us believe they are more than they really are. Hints become facts and maybes become actuals. The kangaroo court has reached its verdict and the hanging takes place at dawn. Somewhere, there's a wedding album collecting dust...
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this has definately made it to my top five, of poems by you. vague, but universal. i love the "dust" and "picture-framed memories" excellent write.
~Kate -
Somber sadness here....a sigh of lost love or love never really found perhaps. Style and form intriguing and works with the tone of the piece quite well. Thanks for sharing!
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Bri honey, i know we havent seen much of eachother, or heard much of eachother but i miss thee... and you're awesome. this poem is great. you're so skilled with poems.
i love the last two lines they're perfect. justin and i are going for a walk now, so i'll be talking to you later *waves* yeb yeb
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