Final moments
By Beeme
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I never heard, saw or thought of you-
or so I told myself. I turned crazy into
something I couldn't understand. I was
my own anagram searching for meanings
I wasn't sure even existed within my body.
I drank too much wine and watched
Casablanca on repeat until my eyes
only visioned black and white images.
I held conversations as if you were still
here with me. I complained when the little
girl showed me her budgie (because caged birds won't fly.)
The truth was that I couldn't stand to see how
happy they made her.
I whistled my favourite songs and drew words
on blurred air as you made a U-turn for the door.
I didn't plan on keeping your portrait in my eyes
but when it disappears I cry..
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Beeme - another emotionally
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all of the above, i like the
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Beautiful, brilliant, poem
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This is a lovely poem and I
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