WARNING!: My poetry is a bit, um...terrible, at the moment, as I can't write my usual depressing poetry.
TUESDAY APRIL 1ST 2008
The Shadows Of Memory
I remember the lurid yellow table cloths,
the white vase which held a yellow flower,
the sun's embrace, the smile which stemmed
from your initial interest. (it
was not yet dark obsession),
prominent as any centre piece
could ever be.
I remember the elation when
we followed proper steps
after so much squandered time,
and how waking came with smiles,
ushered in by your first hello,
and I remember eventual
claustrophobia,
hiding from the phone,
never answering the door,
And now
there's been not one removal
to restaurants in Italy,
and still I find I miss you,
solely yours, but still so free.
*Cringe* There's a reason why I don't write happy love poetry...Though Kit, I'm not sure that this is what you had in mind...
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