memento
on days like this
all people seem to have
died out.
"i am half of something larger..."
while yahoo is signing in
into my home.
green and fluid, your breath
somewhere in paris
"i am half of something deeper..."
while the day unfolds its
dusty roads.
on days like this
the thoughts remain unfinished
and linger for the days
of the beginning.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Mar 17, 2007.
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Your poetry is amazing. You have a gift for words that I wish I had.