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It's Over
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It's Over |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
It’s Over Virginia Salter there, it’s over yet why does it not feel finished why do I still feel the dust slipping from my fingers why does the door sound like it’s opening to a hollow, empty room and my footsteps echo in my ears how did the kitchen become such a mess, and the smell, soiled dishes lying all over the counter maybe if I wash them my hands will feel clean again maybe then it will be over I pick up your cup lipstick stains mirror your kiss your kiss, no longer mine to touch, to feel. . . to return the aroma stale coffee mixed with the taste of your lips I know it’s silly I know it’s bizarre but I can’t, I just can’t wash this tonight maybe tomorrow when I know it’s over and I have to start anew without you © August 19. 2000 to the reader, this is contrived, but it is inspired in part by an actual loss |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Contrived? I loved this! I have a 'coffee cup' of my own. I guess there are some parts of our lives we just need to hold onto a little longer. Thanks for this, I really enjoyed it. (You don't still think I'm Hannibal do you...Ha!)? |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Yes our thoughts hold on to the memories and keep it alive...James |
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