I awake
My dreams of you gone
Fragments of the past disappear
Who has stolen you away?
Gone from my side
Still dark night
Tears fall from my eyes
The clock says three fifteen dimly
Erotic moments have passed
Alone once again
Have I changed?
Do you watch me still?
Who was guilty of your theft?
How I dread the morning’s light
Leaves fall sadly
Leaves fall sadly
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Three fifteen dimly is the line that got me the most in this touching poem Old Egg..morning can be a mixed blessing...for a second you don't quite remember what is..and that it comes crashing back..sadly
ReplyDeleteSad and evocative....sure, she is watching you....
ReplyDeleteOh gosh, this is so sad. Hopefully, there will be more erotic moments in the future - not that I'm offering by the way! That's not to say you are....I'm digging myself in a hole here. Help!
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Sad, lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteThose first moments in the morning, that's what caught me. They can be so many things and one never knows...
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I love that you referenced the falling leaves, which are so beautiful in their way, like nothing else. With deep and meaningful reference.
ReplyDeleteSad and Lonely
ReplyDeleteI hate it when I wake up and there are only fragments left of some pretty darn good dreams!
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