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Click hereVestigial emotion
ricochets in empty space-
a phantom limb twitch,
remnants of a love no longer beating.
Yes, I loved you once.
But you were just a dream
within a dream
within a dream-
nighttime whispers of promises
you never meant to keep.
I am awake now.
You, just ashes on my pillowcase-
and today is laundry day.
i love the way you say things, without actually saying them. whether you leave us to read between the lines, or use a metaphor. ".....just ashes on my pillow case - and today is laundry day." kinda cut-throat. i luv it!
"You, just ashes on my pillowcase-/and today is laundry day."
such a strong image, and finally as if picking itself up by the boot straps, finding the power to be optimistic. I need this kind of poems next to me.
A loss more distant in memory — the pain has faded and now it's time to move on.