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American Quilt  

 
At dusk she lights a candle in memory of her first love blooming red in her spring of life
The glow and it's warmth suggest hope
Some residual light left from his effect on her
The flame reflects and dances in her eyes
Like the glint and smolder one sight of his smile once set off in her baby blues
Now dimmed to a whisper of memories song
She feels wrapped in sorrow like a moth eaten blanket
No matter how tight she tugs the cold of lonesome still finds its way in
He slips further away with each tick tock of old grandfather clock
His image fades from her memory with the slow passing of days
With them her blue eyes have turned grey clouded by.a melancholic fog
She can no longer see the strong lines of his face
Hear the low timber of his voice humming a melody
Or smell the scent of him on his shirt she holds clenched tight in her fist
At night in restless dream she is haunted by his shadow detached from body
With trembling hands she reaches through emptiness trying desperately to touch
She wakes feeling acutely alone fearing the unknown dark space around her
The candle has long burnt out and gives no glow or illusion of warmth
She shuts her eyes hard against hope and now longs to forget
She shivers as eternal winter becomes the season of her heart.
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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