My Only

You were my only, my everything and my all
I don't understand I sit when you stand
Catch the last word in a sentence and scrawl
A reply in the sand in an alien hand
Right before I fall,
There is a row of old trees near the sky
Surrounded by concrete buildings, strange
Paper cut out figures strung along the sand
Where hollow oceans roar a song to the stars
Stones are stacked into columns of lies
Crushing investigations of Nothing to know
Following details catch up to me and I fall
You were my only, my everything and my all . . .




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-03-18 at 01:47

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