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watercolor morning
watercolor morning
it was a watercolor morning
the sky tangerine, punched with boysenberry
and yet you wept
your tears delicious were it not for unbearable pain
i look back now at countless years
wondering ten thousand times over
if perhaps storm clouds had cast shadows
where rain refused to fall
then perhaps i would still reach out
and feel your hand, warm and inviting
rather than the emptiness i felt when you left
and took your name with you
rarely now do i search my memory
wondering if it was tuesday in the rain
or if tangerines and boysenberries would fill my need
without their juices on your delicious lips
i suppose it never matters when looking back
that clouds linger overhead as clouds will do
as i wonder what you sounded like
what you felt like, and of your fragrance
it doesn’t matter anymore
deep secrets have all been whispered
bitter tears cried, and words spoken
to line heavens darkest clouds
it only matters that this is loneliness defined
and i have lived there
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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