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Lost
Do you still search mirrors, looking for me? Do you now look outward–in to where you were, but have never really been? Like a stubborn cobweb, you dust my tired mind and pool my older tears as my feelings rewind. You sought to be lost upon untreaded paths seeded with selfish young wrath. I am sadly sure that you torched any existing map. I had to be me - more than just your sought need. I had to grow - but you said ‘no’, so I had to be freed. You paled with cold, refused my warmth and disappeared. You vanished. To me, it will never focus as something clear. You, my you – lost in time, lost in place. Most times, I steer towards a good cope. Other times I feel you should have to know all the parts of me that your lost, cost. We bought our dreams, first kept in a free box. We grew them on baby powder and giggles. Our childhood dreams were warm escapes that felt nice, but we aged and I matured. You secured resistance. Expensive are dream rates when loss is the price. One good life lost. Two potential joys tossed. Pointless sacrifice. Sometimes remembrances linger more light and I may then think, maybe you live happily lost in our old, free, dream box. ... CayCay Jennings February 4, 2016
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Book: Shattered Sighs