Andrew Herrera Poems

Today I met a man without a name.
When I looked at him he looked my way.
I was curious as to who this man really was,
so I tried to group my words in my mind,
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As soon as he was gone she changed.
As in never the same. As in
she’d gone through a complete mental breakdown
and I had front row seats to the worst show of my life.
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Do you remember the dry winter
nights we spent in my car?
Our seats pushed back, searching
the stars for a common goal
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His silence
outlines
His beauty
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Light
illuminating
life as a tree
with wrinkled
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My memories of you have been
reduced to photographs
scattered across the
beige carpet of my room
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Did you call me – Mother?

Your voice dry,
your hands callused
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What would it be like to lose the world around
you?
to suddenly be walking in darkness;
to lose everything beautiful in this world
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I walk the modest
five minutes
to the bus stop on
cracked and gritty
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