Magpie Tales
The Time We Are Apart
It’s been awhile
Since I came to call
Held your image before me
Looked into the mirror
To see myself reflected
What happens to thoes moments
When we are apart
Do they ride an escalator to the next floor
Is time suspened into
Long naps
Shaded in the afternoon sun
or…
Are they waiting for the reunion
I hold your image before me
Look into the mirror and see myself
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Some days are cloudier than others. . .
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
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a place for poetry
a community of people reading & writing poems, moving words
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