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Number of posts : 63 Age : 51 Location : Salt Lake City, Utah Poets : Allan Ginsburg, May Swenson, Billy Collins, ect. Registration date : 2008-12-27
| Subject: ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT HER Tue Dec 30, 2008 2:56 am | |
| The day we met, I was betrothed to another. When she went away, she became despised. What else, can I say?
Chains, my heart encased. Mind hampered with her image. Her touch, erased. Missives yellowed with age.
Somehow, she crept back into my life. Her face, I long to touch. No longer, can I endeavor to belly-ache, attempt, to treasure her much.
Without her, life is a prosaic narravive. An ache, an ounce of merit. To my dying day, I'll grieve. Another, day without her, there is no reprieve. | |
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