Tara Schley

We didn't know each other,

then
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The days,
the hours,
the seconds
flow into one another.
...

All of the things,

I
should
...

Remember that vibrant, beautiful yellow rose?
That you gave to me on our first date.
Before it lost all its beauty,
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I don't watch babies be given needles.
I look away when I see roadkill.
I don't slow down to stare at dead bodies in lethal car accidents.
I skip the torture scenes in movies.
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Dying must be the easy part?
Not as hard as it seems.
It's living with a broken heart
Missing you,
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You didn't try to understand,
me,
trying to make you understand,
me.
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Put away all your weapons and war.
No more fighting, tears or sorrow.
When you walk through the streets,
there will be no need to cower or scurry.
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One day you will lose someone to death,
They will lay in front of you,
all their life gone.
Their eyes open but not seeing.
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No integrity people.
Liar people.
No honour people.
Hypocrite people.
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Biting winter walk
The wind turns my skin crimson
Reminding of you
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The couple given:
pots, pans, a tea set, a quilt,
a doll for the bride.
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I stood:
whole,
quiet,
peaceful,
...

There was once a poet whose name was Tad.
Whose wife was a poet named Astrad.
When they had a baby,
after scads of maybes.
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There hasn't been a year, 

a month, 
a week,
that my heart hasn't missed you.
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When your Facebook gets hacked and locked.
Clearly the stalker his friends.
They keep reporting it as theirs.
The stalker, his friends.
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As I rode through the streets,
the buildings fell dark. The bridges,
streets, freeways became clogged with vehicles.
Impassable except to foot or bike traffic.
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I wish: we were all 13yrs old
and on a hot summer night
I'd sneak out to go
ride bikes with you.
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Before: my Uncle, Dr. Stephen Lowe was murdered
in a home invasion in Prince George, B.C.

by a teenage neighbour,
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