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There. Silence is all I needed
to wake up and smell the roses
you had filled inside my being
while leaving.
Now I arrive
to what you had awakened inside me
so long ago…
dormant, waiting to bloom;

In this very dark of nights
the memory of
your lips touching mine softly.

The day is no longer needed…
Nor any reminders of you…
The trees are still,
barely talking, moving

There. A fragrance drifts by them
caressing
Slowly they see..
your presence alight in me.

 

 

 

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  1. […] Over the next few days, I started ‘completing’ things – which for me was speaking my true feelings to people. My boss, friends across the world, family, my old house, writing even for someone I loved but couldn’t express my feelings to in the form of poems. […]

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