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Reversed Signs
Isn't it ironic?
You sat on my right side when we first met
And you exited my life making a left turn down my street
It was my right hand that comforted you in the beginning
And it was my left hand that tore off something that was supposed to be permanent in the end
How the directions changed as we danced together
Entering on the right leaving on my left
Poetic almost
How my right hand wrote stanzas about you
While my left hand is cursed to remember the words I never got to write
How it wiped away your tears
How both hands would wrap around your waist holding you close
Now we're on opposite sides of the compass
Never to be close to each other again
While I set off in my own direction
My hands itch to write your name once again
But I resist
For that left turn signal is still etched into my mind
Just as all our memories are
But that is all they are
Memories of the past
All I can do now is move onto my own path
And live with the empty space of where someone used to be.
Copyright ©
TJ Samuels
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