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Breeze
Breeze
I laid at the bottom of your glass,
waited silently
watching curtains ruffle,
a stiff, dependable breeze.
The elephant stalks our conversations,
in and out of rooms,
a beast of loss that clops along,
this dark and unnerving sound.
Takes up half this house, it does,
shadows take the other,
shapeshifts into rush or reedbeds,
holds on
while you aren't here.
I laid at the bottom of your glass,
waited silently
watching curtains ruffle,
a stiff, dependable breeze.
The elephant stalks our conversations,
in and out of rooms,
a beast of loss that clops along,
this dark and unnerving sound.
Takes up half this house, it does,
shadows take the other,
shapeshifts into rush or reedbeds,
holds on
while you aren't here.
Published 11th Jan 2023
| Edited 12th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
11th Jan 2023 9:54pm
I know what it feels like being haunted with memories like that which never ever leave the skin, the scent, the taste, the dreams...ahhh, its beautiful and torturous at the same time.
