discharging former

June 3, 2013 Posted by the writer

discharging former

They said it was an accident. They said
A mistake; Something to forget about –
Like I was dead. Like there was no revenge;
Until I became from whisper to shout.
Without raising voice or opening mouth.
I breathed in goodbye. Exhaling. Finish.
I dreamt in color and yearned for the south.
Constantly hearing. Sudden diminish.
Abruptly grinning. Evaporation.
A thunder bolt. Unreciprocated
Returned with drifting; sudden elation.
Like time never was – there was no waiting.
I remember… the second… I let go
Of last season’s clippings. Chopped for re-growth.

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