Dean Meredith Poems

Day becomes night
Night becomes day
Dark becomes light
Blue turns to grey
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We carefully speak
Around the painful loss
As though the words
Form a distinct outline
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I loved her once
But that was long ago
She loved me too
How much I’ll never know
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Anzac Day
marchers get younger
medals grow heavier
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I wanted her to be my June
But she just wanted to be herself
And that was fine by me
Because at her best
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The city’s his sheet music and lights his notes
And at the end of every line there’s a bar
Where rain pisses razorblades on a cat tin roof
And he punches drunk through fresh chilled mist
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Home in four days
My Crème Caramel
Don’t bathe Chéri
My Oyster Naturél
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I need to let you know
In case you’ve forgotten
Or never realized to begin with
That you’re all beautiful
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