It’s a perfectly early winter day
And I find myself buying roses for a woman
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Poetic forms counterbalance an oval face
Winged chair balanced her body's sharp angels
Ballet embrace harmonized my grace
Close my eyes to her human intoxication
...
We shared the same side of the bed, and we shared the same dreams when we laid our heads.
We shared the same fears, and sometimes the same awful piercing life screams,
We shared a smile, a look, and a feeling for each other, that made us work.
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Lost Love
It’s a perfectly early winter day
And I find myself buying roses for a woman
That I am no longer with—physically
On the way home I tend to buy roses
And keep them close to my quivering heart
Just as her fragrance used to whisper in my ear
Now it lingers near the right side of the bed
I was never afraid of love until I met her
I was a man with unyielding confidence
We emerged from the subway of separation
Love between us somehow slipped into silence
Glowing as a soft flower carved in my heart