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When Are You Gone

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My black bilious breath[/font]
Burns in my throat[/font]
When I spoke those words[/font]
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How I wanted to capture your portrait[/font]
But never do you shift still[/font]
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Your milky vapour[/font]
Hangs in light leaves,[/font]
The thin empty chamber[/font]
Hard and resonant,[/font]
5 sharp soffits[/font]
Sneer blankly white[/font]
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Your cooling heaped creases[/font]
Infinitely crumpled by intimacy[/font]
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As love shut sudden off[/font]
Drips tapping,[/font]
Discarded toys slumped,[/font]
Faced to the cold floor[/font]
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Our collapsing boxes of memory[/font]
Are piled in grey[/font]
Against the wall[/font]
Taken back[/font]
But not opened[/font]
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It is not an end[/font]
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Written by trysca

Published 17th Jan 2010

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Distant

manic_inspiration (Brian Minnick)

17th Jan 2010 10:51pm

I love the distant sadness this portrays. While I love alliteration, it overwhelmed me a bit in this poem, though the imagery was right on point. "Discarded toys slumped / faced to the cold floor," is probably my favorite line. Beautiful work!