Roberta James Mitchell
Orange Peels - Poem by Roberta James Mitchell
you're an orange peel thrown down the window,
i saw you when you fell,
i watched you while you were floating in the water,
next to my boat, in the middle of the sea.....
i saw you when you drowned,
i couldn't help you though,
i just stand watching while you died,
now you're gone and i'm still here.
now no one will remember you,
no one knows the way you jumped,
everyone's upboard living,
but i remember you,
and i can make you live in my head,
and float again
anytime i want to,
everytime i feel like to,
i'll make you drown again in my memory,
and yet live.
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