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Back, Blue Lines, Foto Fridays, Key Yemaya Walker, Nude, Open Eyes, Original Poetry, poetry, Prose
Lately I’ve been looking at my works, and increased output in crafting ideas I may dream about, or wake up with, and just put pen to paper, so to speak. Everything I write also cannot be about YOU, like a current fave “Our” Shared Morning. Or those not about the muse, Broken Promises. Sometime you have to take a step back, and I have to stop speaking to the mirror that is you, and speak to that person that I see in that reflection.
The window was open,
I didn’t see you anymore,
I didn’t remember you anymore,
The time that your eyes were clear,
You smile was clear,
Your heart was clear,
The time that parts of you did not live in,
Were not shared in,
Distant cities in this country,
Not just love of her,
But, love of there,
And there,
And there,
And there,