The You of My Past
I’ve left all of my thoughts
On your drowsy, cozy bed.
All those dreams that we’d
Put together then.
All those floating feathers
And your thrilled laughter
Still there lay.
There, on that bed,
I’ve forgotten all my smiles
And all that bliss
That you covered me with.
On your pillow I’d rest
My tears again
So you’d evenly pick them
Up with the tip
Of your lips.
I still remember you
As you were…
As now, you are not!
We will sometime
Return to our darling bed,
To expel this awful past…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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