Kewayne Wadley Poems

the last time you were here.
you brought a bar of soap with you
that you left before you walked away.
it provides a fragrant lather.
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I am a star
that burns off in the distance.
hanging from a string I helplessly sit.
eventually me along with this string
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It is often said that the best things in life are free.
To be honest, the last things in life are often the best.
The moment that you're ready to give up.
The first time you hope never ends.
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whether he calls her, or she calls him.
the answer is always the same.
'Hold on.'
she answers the phone 'hold on' he picks up
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the moments they share are few and in between.
the moments crawl by as their shadows stretch.
they've talked about their issues, she says okay.
dry, unenthusiastic. her answer still the same.
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In a short whisper.
A shy hurricane drifts.
It swirls, rain cascading down.
It sees you, longing for your embrace.
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Through its bend.
It hangs on to a promise.
One that hasn't been fulfilled.
Its colors now dull,
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For a moment we're in perfect harmony.
There is no fear. No worry.
Finding purpose in each other.
Whether the shadows creep through the night.
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You're like that friend
That comes once every other moon.
When you leave it seems like you're
Gone for a lifetime.
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she grabbed her things
and tiptoed out the door.
That morning sun knocked out, snoring.
slob hanging from its lip.
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