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Anniversaries are happy occasions... depending on what the day celebrates.(Free Verse) |
| Anniversary The clouds gently pull night’s shade down, leaving only ebony snowflakes as a remembrance of the light. I stand waiting… waiting for the touch of memories that softly stir within like a flake of snow, more seen than felt. I remember that each snowflake is unique and wonder why my memories are always the same. I wait… on the very spot you returned to me. Washed up, a grotesque reminder of what you were, a victim not a person any longer. Perhaps I come here each year to remind myself you are gone. Like the black snow around me, your memory touches but quickly melts… leaving no taste, no warmth, no trace ... ... only a hint of liquid sadness which slowly trails down my cheek… … and freezes as it reaches my heart. An entry for "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" Line Count: 32 Thank you for taking the time to read my writings. Please, take a few additional seconds and leave a comment. Criticism and praise are equally welcome |