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A broken word
It's been so long
I cannot tell
If there is anything left to be said,
Or perhaps that I betray the vow of silence
To merely reaffirm
And reconnect
The memories that I refuse to let settle
And fade,
Like an aging photo that I forgot
In my rear window.
I used to fold
One of you
And another of me
And place them side by side
To see how it was we would look...
And
I'm not sure what that meant,
And I'm not sure what this means...
I'm not sure.
I cannot tell
If there is anything left to be said,
Or perhaps that I betray the vow of silence
To merely reaffirm
And reconnect
The memories that I refuse to let settle
And fade,
Like an aging photo that I forgot
In my rear window.
I used to fold
One of you
And another of me
And place them side by side
To see how it was we would look...
And
I'm not sure what that meant,
And I'm not sure what this means...
I'm not sure.
Published 30th Jun 2015
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