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Something that happened

I opened my eyes

You were gone

No sign of return 

Left on the pillows

No wave even of goodbye


Thought and feeling

We brought

To grow our lives

Only to fall 



That travail

Put a greater distance

Than any road travelled (could)

Between where you sleep

And I dream


Rainbows in a cup of life

Given from blood

Two into one go

Is this what we meant

Is this us done 

Poem written September 2017 inspired by Feist's Get not high, get not low, and Baby Be Simple, bringing to life something that happened some time before. Spiraeas in spring blossom out the front of my home. 

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