facing memories
in the hallway
of the deep down cavernous
volumes of memory
where the
walls are painted
in colors of morning's dew.
Rising
to take the day,
I glance over
to where you used to lay solidly.
But this is not
a day like that,
so I rise and
water the flowers
on the patiio,
dress in day-off levis
and
start over.
Poetry by DarcyDancer
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 16:07
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Repeat
There are echoesin the hallway
of the deep down cavernous
volumes of memory
where the
walls are painted
in colors of morning's dew.
Rising
to take the day,
I glance over
to where you used to lay solidly.
But this is not
a day like that,
so I rise and
water the flowers
on the patiio,
dress in day-off levis
and
start over.
Poetry by DarcyDancer
Read 849 times
Written on 2006-08-06 at 16:07
Tags Memory
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