Monday, July 21, 2014

dropping eaves

scattered art
depicting what was
and what could have been

a touchstone
never looked at
but always there

discerning eyes
spy time after time
at the memorial of lingering

wishing she
could be a part
of something that was
so wonderful

so haunting

so memorable
that nothing is ever seen again

but felt

(vanish)



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