Donward Caniete Bughaw Poems

I rehearse your name in silence every night,
And fold it in the spaces where words don't fit.
The room goes quiet when you step into the light,
While I pretend my heart is used to it.
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Across the water, slim and pure,
Guicam stretches, bold, and secure.
Concrete that bears the rushing tide,
Binding shores where currents divide.
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In twenty-sixteen our paths did meet,
Beneath the sun your smile was bright.
I saw you there, my heart's repeat,
And knew at once you felt just right.
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I lit a cigarette and poured the night,
Tanduay burned sweet and made it right.
The failures faded in the amber glow,
And all the shits I carried seemed to go.
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Sleep tight, my friend, for there is no ambition better than a dream
Let lantern thoughts drift low across the hush of velvet stream
May silver quiet stitch the edges of your weary seam
And let the night pour honey light across each hidden gleam
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I told my heart to learn the way to let you go,
To fold the memories up and watch them drift like snow.
You gave the load when mine ran out, so soft and true,
Now I return each kindness that I took from you.
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Wrong grammar marks our earlier flaws,
You look behind to shift the trace.
The errors echo from those laws,
No eraser lifts the lasting trace.
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The world out there is loud and full of noise.
But everything goes quiet at your voice.
I used to count the stars to fall asleep.
Now you're the only anchor that I keep.
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