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Critical Analysis #2

3 Days Gone By So Quickly

Musel
Junior Member

since 2008-07-17

Posts 34

0 posted 2008-12-10 04:06 PM

She walked out through the door and down the stairs,
Out into the darkness of a Parisian morning.
The sun that shone upon us all weekend was gone
And now she was too.....

I was overcome by a sense of fear,
That cut me like a knife through the heart,
Its engine in need of a restart,
But the mechanic would take another month to get there.

For all we have and had that weekend
Had slowly disappeared,
The ebony image of her smooth soft skin
Was now wood splintered.
Shards of it I felt piercing my thoughts
In the same way her smile pierced my eyes.

Now I felt haggard and torn like an old rag
That flops and flails in a stiff breeze,
And sent a coldness ripping through my veins
The thought of loss that froze my insides.

Brain freeze.........
Like one lick too many on an ice cream,
It drills through neurons in the same way a
Saw splices through wood to be discarded.

That mahogany glow from her now all but disappeared,
It fades in contrast to the sun that rises over the rooftops,
Reminding me of her again as she watches it from the plane,
20,000 feet away and moving at a rate I cannot follow.

Memories so short but sweet
Now on this page are smeared,
Soon I know, but still so far away
We’ll meet again
And joy restored for those fleeting days we will embrace.

Behind love’s warm blanket we both know,
That despite its heat and safety
The blanket must come off as morning comes,
And I must leave again as inside night approaches.

And so the cold once more creeps and crawls within,
Inching up towards my heart,
A delivery truck of emotion,
Its load so full of chagrin,
And on a tight schedule,
No time to take it all in

As I sit on the bus and watch the streets go past,
The hustle and bustle of the city
Resembles the multitude of thoughts that race around my brain,
Each one on a different path but somehow connected,
An analogy for me and her it seems.

For now she sits no more beside me,
No longer in my arms or on my lips,
Once more relegated to my dreams,
Where I wake in silent screams
And reach my hand in search of her hips

That will not share my bed for one month more!!

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