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Tonight, I open my eyes. Tonight, reality becomes real to me.
Before now, there was denial, and I have lived there for so long.
In his arms there was comfort and outside there was nothingness.
Now oblivion seeps in.
I longed for him.
I longed for him as a leaf searches for the sun to drink in its rays.
I longed for him, and I am longing for him still.
As I look upon his face while he sits next to me, I know he will never return.
I search in this endless night.
Tonight, I acknowledge that which I have known.
My lover's gone and I never felt him go.
And wherever he went, it's not going to make me need that love any less.
she is made of cigarettes and magic
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007 |
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Sunday, March 20, 2011 |
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Chris Mendros (8/20/2007 2:27:00 PM)
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that (sometimes) painful moment of clarity, a subject of poetry that never gets old.
Strong poem.
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Claire Jones (8/3/2007 4:23:00 AM)
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Really great poem, very moving and well written.
CJ
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Rodney Epperson (7/12/2007 8:38:00 PM)
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That was amazing. I could feel your words, very powerful!
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