Six Months

August 27, 2011
By snaomi PLATINUM, Cheshire, Connecticut
snaomi PLATINUM, Cheshire, Connecticut
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The grass has grown tall as a tornado around us.

Deep beneath it, my memory of you is a shy brown rabbit,
Nestled in its close dirt burrow

Because it is spring,
You whisper ever more loudly in my ears –

And I laugh alone at our jokes as loudly
As the sound of one mouth kissing

I dream of the graveyard where you and I sat,
Feeling the rough tombstones slide between our naïve fingers

Or of when we walked under ladders,
Pretending to find shelter from the rain

Soon you will fade into a blurry smudge
Wearing a faded flannel shirt

But for now, my memory of you is spicy,
Sharp as cumin or paprika

You are a flannel fish swimming through my neurons,
More alive with every spark

The grass, coarse as gravestones,
Binds, gags, and suffocates us

Because now it is summer.

Now you are bones.


The author's comments:
I really miss you, dear.

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on Sep. 25 2011 at 6:12 pm
Angel1932 PLATINUM, Antioch, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime" ~ Celine Dion
"If you're going to pray don't worry... if you're going to worry don't pray." ~ Mariah Carey

Nice job, its very deep and has excellent description good job! :)




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