Ryan Cole Poems

I think of all the different places we shared

So far from where I am now
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Thinking about the thing with feathers that Emily spoke of so long ago

as she sat, alone, in her curtained room
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Looking away from Eden's Gates
with a long road before me
and an empty place growing
where once there was... what?
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You are not the tears I shed

and I am not the words you speak
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I say your name

I say your name and all things fall away
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I no longer live in Ocean Park

Though I am never far from that place
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I see my father's hands

Long fingered, elegant beauty
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You are mine

You are mine and I am yours
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We talk about these things

This ordinary madness
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