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Open Poetry #13

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PoeticaL
Member

since 2001-03-31

Posts 50

0 posted 2001-04-24 10:58 PM

Silence invaded our
Friendship?
Love?
Lust?
Infatuation?
No wonder I’m lost
And damn
there’s no cliff notes
to explain
what it once was
Now that silence made death of
without even
a complete because
I only feel I’ve found
The meaning of oblivion

Maybe we rode to the last
Scene of our movie
You know
The smoke filled fade
Maybe the last scene
Of every drama
Comes despite us

And now…the sad song
Playing the
uninterested
credits rolling

And who takes credit exactly
For the last line
Do they take it
Prior to the last text
Or does someone write
Another movie to do that?

I never thought about it
Before
But a sequel

Yes..

Perhaps

A sequel to us
Another coming together
A mending of sorts
A tale told twice
The best could be
Yet to come

But wait…damn!
Yes wait
Don’t we all know
The theater of pain
Can’t be revisited
With a happy
Ending line
With all things
Turning into
A melancholy time

Well not..
Yes not….
If you’ve killed
The main character
In the first motion
Of the picture that
Never was

"I'm a junkyard full of false starts....Elliot Smith"

Lady In White