so ...
so I talk to you
in my mind of broken dreams
mending the past
a jig zaw pussle left undone
and in the lost words
chosen close to our hearts
I find the pieces we left behind
so I caress the softness of you
holding memories in my empty arms
pictures folding and unfolding before our eyes
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 12:06
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