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This piece is written in a-b-b-a-a-b rhyme scheme after reading Robert Browning’s “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came.” It is comprised if 11 six-line stanzas that are Iambic pentameter.

“Ending Is Just Another Word For Goodbye”
KS 3/14/13

Begin with a greeting, Salutation,
Words to bring thee near,
Absolution of that fear,
The underlying meaning in Fa-shion,
The beauty coupled with temptation,
The future of holding you near,

Fate, less planning, nothing from above,
Brought your face to my hands,
We, both from different lands,
states, the journey of a flightless dove,
Uncertainty, of those words that hov-,
ering unspoken, trying to perfect messages poignant and less bland,

moments and words that echo unspoken truths,
Eyes sharing mutual childish infatuation,
Sordid, lustful, unrealized acts if temptation,
Action speaking volumes of evidenced proofs,
The innocent kiss, producing tongue from beneath tooth,
Hours that extend the needed placation,

Minutiae, Horas, Days, Weeks, Months Spent,
Familiarity dilutes the value between two hearts joined,
A wasteful friendship dispensed no better term coined,
Endearing glances, touches, a brief lifetime lent,
But all agents acting, and love prevent,
Thus, our heroes we expend the two who won’t be enjoined,

Thus we begin our fatal descent, anew,
His want and Hers, association begins to wane,
Their gazes made way, now complain,
Once a known, now blown askew,
What now is false, had once been true,
The thoughts pushed further, from the brain,

What was conjoined from where her purity spill,
And thus our flaw, we were born as twins,
Our lives and souls burned as fire withins,
But once was the best, now our bitter pill,
What once sang of love, now loud and shrill,
What once joined the future, worn so thin,

So her eyes, so brown, pain burned and grew,
Her words, now changed, could not be taken back,
With a deafening crack, metaphorically smack,
Evidence and eyes, no question how true,
The deepest reds of the heart, turned cold and blue,
Body, life, and soul, went limp and slack,

The future became present efforts now memories,
Slowly, night made the way for the sordid day,
Never begged or forced to ask you to stay,
Our sojourn eventually a heartfelt of stories,
No guts they say, no glories,
Mind clear, the past no longer play,

You settled in, something still if wonder,
We’re you unsure of what you did, what you said,
The visions of the past life, now dead,
Regret surrounding your ancient blunder,
No dreams unmet, not turned asunder,
All that needed to be told, through when you fled,

There could never be something beyond to see,
Repeated often, easily cleared thy head,
A haunting chill, slowly frigid cold bed,
Honesty, trust disappearing. Between you and me,
To the cold recesses, finally you did flee,
The things you broke, to hard to fix heart filled o’dread,

So I watch, (let) you walk around that bend,
Each darts step, this thing does die,
With empty dry eyes, no need to cry,
A heart drawn cold, it’s last package doth send,
Say goodnight, dream love, lost friend,
Ending is Just Another Word For Goodbye

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.