MEMORIES
Outside rain has left
behind puddles of shadows
memories of you bounce
down my street
hitting bottles, cans,
buildings
I try not to look closely
I don’t touch them
made as they are of
darkness, tears
I let them bounce and
disintegrate
Then I pick up bits of my heart
that you stole
and write a new story
made of bridges under
stars
waiting for winter to turn
autumn white…
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