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Sometimes I awake in a stupor of the past
           And I look for you.

You are tunnel vision.

   (But I have a piece of you)

And when the lights go out,
            All I have in my hands

Are feathers.

            Is she here…
Is she here right now?

            (When I kiss the air



I have a taste of you)

And when the lights go out,
             All I have in my hands

Are pieces.

                (And I kissed an angel


With a burning forest in her eyes)        

I haven’t left yet.
           I haven’t left this yet.

And when the lights go out,
             All I have in my hands

Are pieces
             Of you.

(And I only have two hands)            

             Step around,
I’m checking out today.

When I kissed the angel
              I had a taste of you.


                                   I have a piece of you, I haven’t left you yet.

           Are you here…
Are you here right now?

      I still dream about you
           
But time

             
            Does not

Run backward.


And when the lights go out
              All I have in my hands


Are memories of a house
                        On a hill.


Because I have a piece of you.
©2008-2009 ~White-Rabbit-75
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Author's Comments

I watched Foxfire for the first time tonight.

It made things go off in my head, it made me think, it tied me with a thread to a before that is long gone, lost forever.

But I wanted to write it anyways. An ode, maybe. An apology, perhaps, a goodbye, a wish, a love, a farewell, an i miss you. Or just an I remember.

Because I do remember. It still hurts sometimes. How nothing seemed to go as we had always planned. As we had always hoped, as we had always believed it would.

I don't even know if you'll ever read this. I don't even know if I want you to. (Though apparently, I do hope for a chance that you will.)

I'm not even sure what this is about.

I'm writing to no one at 1:44 Christmas morning. I think it`s time for bed.

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:iconmadlifekitty:
The memories of you break my heart and I wish so badly that everything could be forgotten and returned...
I wish so badly that none of it ever happened,
Yet I wish so badly that it could have lasted forever.
I hope you know that you'll always hold my heart in the palm of your hand.
And I still dream of you, too... every night. And it hurts. but I don't care.

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In a world run by purple...
Somehow there's a way
To make everything super-green.
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<3
(i love this)

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love, and life, and chocolate (but not dark), and orange, and green, and indigo, and heartbreak, and flying, and dreams, and muffins, and ducks, and living in a fantasy.
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:iconladyvenom3:
Wow Megan. What u wrote as your description was as intense as the poem.. And I understand when you are coming from.. its hard not to remember.. even when sometimes all you want to do is forget.

My favourite line is "and I kissed an Angel.. with a burning forest in her eyes" i love that <3

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Its not who you are, But what you do... that defines you.

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