Vexatious Wind

By Trilby Severn

Tue, 15 Oct 2013
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I nearly recollect your face
on that vivid eve we met,
the somber, penisve glaze
coating your eyes
breathing in first times-
pangs that ring of new love.
 
In my divide
I loved you unto your demise
the pulse and strike
of this tarnished reverie.
 
Whatever I was
in those fluid folds
of your memory
I left in the careless creases
of flawed expectations-
a faltering of my own damaged parts
the ever-evolving chrysalis from which
I came
 
I forgot who I was
delving and curling beneath your palms
the unsettled ache
before the release
 
and may you have
a better day
without me
in your life to come
 
as the vexatious wind jitters, at Fall
to your unwarranted dismay
I must find my way
alone.
Certificate U
Poem
Life
Love

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Submitted by Bee on

I really liked this. The title is lovely.

Bee