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was a curs’ed design
to suffer unknowing –
would memories come
when thought
they were gone
a song
or a sigh
a word without meaning
but to worlds once created
by some other hand
when tears become rain
and the road
a reminder – of once
we were talking
of where we might go
when leaves cannot fall
without colors
creating –
a glass through which heaven
seemed dull
(that one day)
when shadows
though harmless
hold whispers of something –
late nights
and lifetimes
of stars rarely crossed
lines crease the page
of a map so familiar –
as verses run back cross
our days –
and your name
never quite sounds the same
a curs’ed design
as flame to a vapor –
as breath to the half
we recall
tornadoday 