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Memories to be Forgotten
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Memories to be Forgotten |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
Your note still sits in front of me On its own pedestal of memories not to be forgotten The bottom dresser drawer Tell me, why does it always seem to open itself? And these old newspapers, folded and torn Yet still their story gets across Riding on black ink, smudged from the tears I've cried But your picture could never be more clear Empty bottles scattered across my floor I drink to what should have been but never was My failed attempt to forget Suggested medication to help get me through this I couldn't help but take advantage of the situation The two month dosage prescribed, gone in a week This hurts me more than it hurts you Your note now rests beside me On its own pedestal of memories not to be forgotten A concrete bathroom floor Tell me, why does this cut always seem to open itself? I'm quickly accustomed to my unfamiliar surroundings Though I can't say I've never been here before My phone cried their last attempt to find me Echoing throughout the abandoned room My failed attempt to forget I brought you here with me A freshly printed newspaper, yet still folded and torn Your story gets across Riding on black ink, burning itself inside my head I'm obligated to say this picture doesn't do you justice But if it even mattered It'd be the last thing on my mind January 31st Saturday 2009 Emily Shives |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Emily, You have a good theme in this poem. Thanks for posting something with a little life in it. Bobby |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Emily - brought some memories for sure, wishing you well... BC |
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