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I know this place
(the way it feels)
burning leaves on Monday –
E’en now
the dawn pours warmth
across my bed
as quietly I still myself
(another morning after) –
to take of breath
(tis all I am)
and wonder
where you are.
Was life
I never meant to live
given me for holding.
Eternity or something less –
always the two
– made one –
A story I’ve been telling
dare I speak of love aloud
lost (as truth) –
a silence I endure –
as sunlight floats
unnoticed
by the chill.
Memories
come as sleep –
longing moves the curtains
while soft – a favored verse
is pressed to light.
Words are left without a sound –
(places without slumber)
a line to fade
in wondering
I’ve come.


