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If she were here
By LostInTime
IF SHE WERE HERE
I sit silent in my room
Getting infinite
pleasure watching the light
As it passes through a crack in the shroud
of a curtain.
Dust dancers do an eerie ballet
In rhythm to the
rumbling streetcars
Cobwebs hang from the ceiling
And sway in
the heat currents.
I suppose I'll have to clean them soon,
But
not now.
The floor also needs sweeping.
I really out to get busy.
But it will wait, won't it?
The beds are made though.
She would
have liked that.
If she were still here.
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Copyright 2010 LostInTime
Published on Wednesday, December 1, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
really good i could feel the loss in this poem
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A former member wrote:
Though unsure the specifics, I can still feel this sense of loss as though it had been my own. Beautiful piece.
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