We Became A Chalk Line Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

We Became A Chalk Line



I already forgot my...what was that,
The loss of words
Fatalistic,
Melancholy
The crying window isn't important
Can't see, but need some air,
Our polish was yesterday,
But every day reminds me of you
We became a chalk line,
Hopefully someone out there cares,
Even when hammered to a certain point into the ground,
Maybe the ground never stays finished

Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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