#2186 - often you'll think something's still there

 

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often you’ll think something’s still there

 

the childhood room

a bird once lit

 

the burnt down house and people in it

 

last thing thought before closed eyes

 

those whom you’ve eaten as if they still were

 

head on the pillow beside but long gone

 

often as if innocent of this

 

all limbs phantom to

 

things fallen out of your mind like Christmas

 

the old midst – money in the bank

chocolate in the fridge

 

those whom we have never met

crowd round

cram mouths with their spent words

 

own swill and unflush

the fallen wall

 

often and somehow still

 

idea of where we are

the eyes wide

 

will you wake from the time that was?