Aftermath

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I didn’t hear the blossom fall
this year, the tug of blankets
so small they will always
find you beneath the branches.

Lemon walls have faded to beige
and I cant stand in the empty room,
some spaces crave bold blooms
but I still need the scent.

Moments have become translucent
in today’s decay,
I hold my breath for fear of
breathing you away.

The house always wants to talk
so I listen as the boiler grumbles
and reminds me, warmth
is on its way. 

 

© savvi 2019
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Mitch
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I hold my breath for fear of breathing you away
A great line in a moving piece.

Guajiros
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Yes Mitch has a good point. That last line really punches. Great way to finish a poem like this.

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