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A Perfect Love

I never claimed to be perfect,
and yet she wished it so.

An unspoken promise
to which I never agreed;

And now she knows
that unrequited part of me
that took a lifetime to overcome;

And now she sees
with eyes wide open
that I chose to return;

An unspoken promise to her,
now realized:

I never claimed to be perfect,
and now she knows it’s true.

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Games

Playground games;
Children gambol
in the sun.

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Cricket Waltz

Thunder rolls
from cloud to cloud;
Cricket waltz.

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Flight of the Bumblebee

As the dew drops
from a blade of grass,
dips my head
and heaves my chest.

The recycled air
o’ brethren fallen
ignites my ire,
a primal rage.

How the moments stretch
and shrink at will;
In the present only;
neither future
nor past defined.

Beneath the surface,
you will unearth
a man, made whole.

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Winter's Requiem

Winter’s requiem:
A solemn note,
frozen solid.

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Digital Romance

Parenthetical;
Lovers caught
in ones and zeroes.

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Sunrise

Light trickles in,
illuminating slow breath;
Waiting for sunrise.

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Croatoan

Whispers in my ear;

The dead wish to live again.

A soft strumming
of worn out strings;

The dead hope to rise.

From coffin nails
to slow exhales,
the living wane
and slowly fail.

I tie my knots,
I lift my sails;

The dead setting off again.

From Roanoke
to Jamestown’s walls,
the sea consumes another soul;

And I’m settling down
on this foreign shore
without a line
to cast back home;

The living dream
of growing old;

The dead remain, 
trapped
in rotting bones.

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Undone

Along the flume, my ghosts coalesce;

Feeding the soul of another lover;

Little does she know, 
forever was never my intent;

As certain as the days grow cold,

and the autumn harvest thins,

the drumming within my chest
will slow and one day cease;

There is nothing to be undone
until my final breath
has passed.

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How It Will End

These collections of moments,
we’ll call them memories,
I’ll carry in my head
for the sake of you,
for the sake of me;

For the truth of consequence
is a damned shame, you’ll see,
when tomorrow fades away,
for the sake of you,
for the sake of me.