all that has left
i guess there is
that interpretation to have now
trying to come to terms
set in place yet lost
a modality of forgetting
before you are forgotten
bloom wounds that purple with time
the lilac echo of a last kiss
from the ghost of a bronze summer
i thought you were a goddess
who had taken my heart
your touch the space between beats.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A long time ago.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A poem of free association that falls back to love and one missed. Lovely
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