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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Living Dead

I changed your room,
put up new walls, and took down
old feelings and memories.

Wiped the fingerprints that
told me you once ran through
my house, and covered the
growth marks of our bond.

But the death of this love
consumes me, as nothing
can replace your smile or
unconditional acceptance.

Or was it? For you are gone,
no word, no trace, just silence.
Afraid to move, I wait for a sign
of closure. It’s the not knowing.


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