POEM #7 - WRITTEN: OCTOBER 1, 2006
On a night so soft and vibrant, very brisk and yet so long
I hear your voice deep in the distance, I think of our sweet song
The laughter and the memories come back in one quick step
They fill my head and then leave so fast that I feel almost dead
The wrath of those suspenseful games and the ringing of the phone
You never ever called to tell me I was not alone
Instead you ripped at my chest, the beating down in my soul
The one thing I said that I would gladly let you hold
Falling, fallen, down into little pieces on the ground
Next time, strike me down so when it breaks, I won’t be around.
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