Note for GoodbyeWhen you come around again, check under the bed...
there's tears saved in the black ribbon box,
day after day after day,
and now neatly tied and left for safe keeping.
Also, check the string in the back yard,
there's memories hanged out to dry,
so don't forget to pick them up before it rains.
I dusted yesterday, so you don't have to,
but maybe you'll want to go through the things I found...
few lost kisses, countless broken sighs turned dirt,
some mixed screams and laughter caught in spider webs...
It's all in the bin now, but if you want something,
feel free to dig it up and keep it.
Don't go to the basement, though,
the nightmares live th Note for Goodbyein Poems
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Twilight Hundreds Years OldA night air is warm
and the street light is gold net,
a harbor of peace,
in the cobalt velvet of twilight...
first stars on sky reminds me on the night,
long forgotten, long gone,
when we're walked hand in hand...
when we stepped into the oblivion,
for the first time...
Sweet scent of the chestnut tree bloom,
surrounds me, intoxicates...
like when we kissed in that alley
on the day hundred years old,
with pollen in our hair and in our breath,
making a memory, never to forget,
day we stepped into the oblivion
for the first time...
Blue, this twilight is blue and soft
like your eyes were…
Gentle as our kisses,
as the touches we sh Twilight Hundreds Years Oldin Poems
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