Andrea Cebrecos Poems

Standing here alone
Underneath the pouring rain
Waiting for you, love
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She once wrote to love
Explaining how much it hurt
But love didn’t care
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The hallways were filled with people
Yet they appeared cold and empty
To the girl sitting in the corner
Feeling abandoned and alone
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Left alone to cry
She had nothing to turn to
Except solitude
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He gave her his wristband
A sign of his attachment to her
She mistook it for possessiveness
And wanted to leave it lying in a corner
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Locked away in its prison it remained
Never to play another note or scale
Never to be taken out of its cell
But for a gentle touch its body pained
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Locked and abandoned in its case
The saxophone seized to play
It didn’t leave behind a single musical trace
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Its golden body
Began to slowly decay
It no longer played
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She had abandoned her passion
A passion she had once called a gift
Claiming she no longer had time
Trading it for what now seemed more important
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Whoever put “good” and “bye” together
Was obviously not thinking
So as I stand in front of you in the airport
I’ll just say “Badbye”
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