the sliver of her memory , original version
as her braids grew
waist long
touching her compass
misguiding the map
he was still looking for her
in the dark river
where she held her breath
through every season
he had built a nest
for her return
was to be
from this murky water
dressed in the same lavender age
she wore in the last kiss
he would never leave her
to their prayers
and if she enters waters banned
he would still wait
until the sliver of her memory
would once again breathe
his name
Diary by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-21 at 20:03
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