You're not far away

freed
voices still
hiding between words
 
forgetting
ourselves

and night lifted
by a single

torn paper that
became your lips


/

old adage

I close my eyes and find you in a dream
a smile in the mirror
instead of a cry

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edited version old age

being up near the old newspaper building
and writing this
- no electric here anymore, hasn't been for
about three years
It made me think about why
some things happen the way they do
And how I wouldn't know if something happened up here.

How after Dave visited, as he was leaving
said "tell me when, ...let me know "
For whatever reason his see you later slightly grimaced smile  burned into
my inner tv screen and I have no
idea what he was talking about . Tell him about what? I have no idea...
and I guess that's why I keep seeing his face
Because I'm still wondering in the back of my mind WTF he was
talking about.

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