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It Doesn't Count If No One Moves
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It Doesn't Count If No One Moves |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Why did you call today from the wasteland of so many years; so many tears, so many bitter years of all the laughter never shared, were you standing on the refuse of the dreams we once compared then one day abandoned like a garden left forgotten to die slowly as its harvest shriveled on the ground? Why did you drag your young voice out ? It was the young girl's voice with which you used to tease me in urgent pleas for indulgences of hedonistic excess guaranteed to please you, to make me want to meet your every need; it was a great plane ride until the crash; you walked away so clean and left me tangled in the wreck. Did you call today simply to see if the familiar lilting dancing patter, like machine gun chatter, that still and always is the same remembered voice kept locked down in some deep freeze in the basement of my soul, could still run loose and free cutting deeply through my life? How dare you act like you can seize my heart and mind again like you could blow the clouds of years away? You would need a time machine that ran on tears. The choice you made all those years ago meant an end to what was us. I moved on, rebuilt my life the best I knew; with time I dropped my anger, cropped my mental photographs of younger days, (are your eyes still pale pale blue, or were they only shades of gray?) until one day in passing I remembered I could forget to not remember you. Now your disembodied voice shows up today, on my telephone which took years before it had become safe again for me to use, with mindless questions of no value, in a conversation taken from the middle of a story I don't know without beginning, with no reference, like we'd last spoken yesterday instead of years ago. You said you were walking on the beach and didn't know which way to go, barefoot wearing just a dress, the dress we threw on leaves the last time you were in reach, now walking on a beach in Brooklyn even though the sand is full of broken glass and spikes and could not even look clean in the snow. Your eyes surely safe from the likes of screaming fans, behind big sun glasses, a scarf hiding your hair; we'd both agree you can't afford to be that free. You asked if you should eat a hotdog at Nathan's Coney Island, with beer, in the rain, and how late did I think you could get safely back again to where ever you call home today; I really wondered with a moment's hesitation if it was you or I who'd gone insane. ©2003 by icebox |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Perhaps we should never forget to remember the good times but that being said, you take the reader well through your thoughts. Thank you. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Did you call today simply to see if the familiar lilting dancing patter, like machine gun chatter, that still and always is the same remembered voice kept locked down in some deep freeze Well Dayummmm!! Choices, choices, and so bittersweet~ Felt the deep chill~ hugs ya, icebox~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
tch....oh sweetheart. this started out as a plea, and then the rage and pain, and sorrow--even tho I expected THAT? I was still startled by the intensity. Hugs to you. This came from the deep m'friend.  |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Honeybunch ~ memory in general serves me too well; sometimes I think there are memories which are best left sleeping with the dead. Thank you for reading this and for your comment. BluesSerenade ~ You should be careful of the cold. I was taught, as a young man, that women should always be kept warm. *smile* Thank you for reading and for your comment. serenity blaze ~ you are correct; this anger is only just barely contained. I wrote this in part because I was surprised myself at how close to the surface these old feelings really were and how deep they went. Thank you for reading and for your comment. |
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