weeds feed
my dreams, in a
cavalcade of screams,
while the
majesty in-between, is
just as it seems

rocking back,
and forth
on the porch,
sitting, and
staring at the dead, it dreams

like another reality
altogether, as
birds fly back,
and forth, mirroring
my actions,
without
the necessary transcendence

of being…

felt, not felt,
smothering
like a fleece blanket
on top of
the history
we’ve shared together

recalled,
less enthralled,
I walk towards you
with love in my
heart, stopped,
attracted, less
retracted,
without a stare,
only ever a deeply felt care,
we’ll always share

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