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Begin Again

Begin Again

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I dreamt about you last night.

The tiny freckles on your face

Much more larger than usual:

And the scars of stitches from your previous fight

Illuminated in the moonlight

I could see your face twitching, 

The lips curling, 

The hands flailing, 

The hair tousled like always. 


Rummaging into the room, 

You could barely contain your excitement, 

You were laughing, 

Your eyes twinkling, 

Suddenly you snapped your fingers 

Eyes struck out of horror and disdain. 

I could see you moving far, 

Very far away from me. 

I sat there, 

Looking at your shadow disappearing 

In the meadow 

Rocking on my chair, counting down the minutes until dawn. 


I peered through the window, 

And drifted off waiting for you. 

I woke up. 

I began writing poems 

To fill the voids you'd created,

But what to do to fill in the voids 

Created by these little verses?

I don't know if you were the conundrum 

I couldn't solve, 

Or you just pretended to remain 

The unsolved mystery. 



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