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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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The return trip ticket is ice in my pocket -- the paper is dry when within my hand. Your eyes swallow me and won't let me leave -- they close as we kiss. We part at the gate. As I pass through the longwalk felt tunnel -- I want to run back as I progress. I crave conversation to warm the plane's womb -- I turn on my music, ignoring all seatmates. As we lurch forward and into the air -- I feel your heart lifting, the seconds weigh heavy. I long to recapture the cloud castles rising -- Illuminations. Heavy, cold glass. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Parting is such sweet sorrow, and you write of it too damn well. sighs and memories... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
ooomph.... a total deflated feeling here...  |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Ah, separation so difficult. This put a tear in my eye and a gut wrench for you captured the reality of it so well. Thanks, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks everyone, I was just remembering last year, and how I wanted to write a poem about the clouds when I got back from Calgary from visiting my girlfriend. |
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