Long thoughts spin around
it can seize your breath away
On a glorious autumn day
Everything becomes noble,
almost sacred
among falling leaves
Capture the window
of the season photographically
An admiration for nature
musings of a greater vision
You are caught off guard
of unimaginable beauty
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Photographs and trinkets
Tooth brush
Hair brush
Long living strands still attached
All these things
Have no life now
Gathered up and black bagged
Flimsy frilly underwear
Bring hot stinging tears
Drag the burning back
Into my throat
Your favorite tea cup
Your old leather coat
The print of Klimt’s golden woman
Films we watched so many times
Your arm linked in mine
Head nestled on my shoulder
The third arm I should have grown to cuddle you closer
Bras and socks skirts and tops
Perfume and makeup
Photographically still hold you
Glasses we drank from
Wine bottles we saved
For candles and romantic nights
All rolled up now in a Persian rug
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Written off with irony
Of all the useless things thrown away that day
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Your life body bagged
My life black bagged