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AWednesdayMidnight

Wednesdaymidnight
Tryingtocleartheoldchestofdrawers
Setting:table,chair,dimtubelight
Andallthingsthatwereyours
Novelspapersandworkscattered
Buttomyfoolishheart
allthatmattered
Wasonepieceofmyart:
Ahandwrittennote
Apoemitcontained
TwoyearsagoIhadwrote
Howheavilyhaditrained
ThatJulydaywhenIwaswithyou
forthelasttimeatthecoffeeshop
Astogetherwesatandsippedhotbrew
Thetemperaturesuddenlybegantodrop
Iwonderifitwasthechillyweather
Thatasuddencoldnesscreptin
Inourbuoyantconversation
Andsoitfaded,thatbeautifulgrin
Ofyours,asyouexplainedthesituation
Ineversawyouagain
Thepoemliesincomplete
Thereisnopain
WithwordsIamratherreplete
Yetthepoem
Itliesincomplete
Icannotwrite,alas!
Words,ideas,theycomeandpass
Thepoemsincompleteness
Penetratesintomybeing
Leavingmeingreatdistress
AsIsitandgazeintotheunseeing
AndrememberthatdayofJuly
Iwishmymemoriesfadeanddie
Iwishmymemoriesfadeanddie

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