Months now, maybe more,
I've not heard from you
And I've grown tired of making excuses
for your slight of hand disappearing act
...
That I, so well, tonight might sleep
Two brothers, one roof, their dreams to keep
Wrapped warm together, both heartbeats pound
While mine's, at rest...they're safely sound.
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A shawl, mine worn,
against the riddle of time
spent in this frozen perilous winter
lending security to what wicked a spell
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The feathering fog
Creeps down the boulevard
As if a shaken sheet
Across a bed
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I should've put in on the table
Thought I had it figured out
Should've took the chance when able
Now I have to do without
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Asked to list my finer points
To scroll out what makes me suitable
For the purpose of being examined by strangers
Who then decide if I am their proper fit
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If I, to sketch you a sunrise,
On an empty calling canvas
New and all your own
I'd use the kindest colors, soft
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Dawn's a single mother, with struggles, now her own
It's been five long years of widow' s work
To mend her broken home
A chore, to stretch her monthly budget,
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Slip into heaven's rest
And rest assured you gave greatly
of yourself,
of your love,
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His were worn and torn, from braiding ropes
To secure his vessel, from the sea
Mine were cold, but not by choice,
And warmed, once his fingers securely,
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