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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1682280
Some things burn with a ferocity, but what we see are the reflections left behind.
Visible Reminders of Invisible Light

I

We sat at your kitchen table,
clinking mugs to the secret beauty
of the grey before dawn.
You tried to make tea,
I counted your fridge magnets,
tried to recreate a childhood
you wouldn’t tell me.
The sun rose through your venetian blinds,
you tapped a symphony of the kitchen table,
I made wishes on loose eyelashes.

II

I still can’t stop looking for your name
printed somewhere in size ten Arial.
Muffling the sounds of wishful thinking
at three in the insomniac morning
I paint hyperbolas with no asymptotes 
on the pane dawn left wet with tears.



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