in my dream, i am there
our little hour
sat by the lake
funeral wake clothes
with broken flower posies held against your nose
you said how 'bout this now
stretched lips were blue
said try to talk to me
and i will talk to you
at this very hour
in our little
we've only got a
brushed by the wind
prickled then soothed
dreamed of moving but
time was tight you knew you
(couldn't choose)
at this very hour
our little hour
we have/had
thoughts in clarity and fleeting
silently sleeping
awkward happiness
knowing hours
knowing ours
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I really like these words. Right on point.
ReplyDeletethank you eline. hope you are well!
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