the soul matesA Poem by Krista Laraine
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of us at your grandparent's house in summer in Sun City Center, near Tampa. Smiling. Me in a white sweater. We're going to Sanibel, we're going to leave, say goodbye to them, one of us they will never see again. They were there at Thanksgiving, in Baltimore. The car ride drove me mad, only to finally relax the day before we head home. Your grandfather said I had pretty feet. Your grandmother walked the cold November streets of Ellicott City. There was an art shop. I loved the drawings of the bare winter trees, tiny lines, they must have taken hours- the pencil shading in the sorrow through the shadows and absence of leaves. Where did they go only four months apart? Twin souls cannot live for long when torn in half and bleeding memories of too many Thanksgivings, of too many nights, of too many kisses, that will never be enough. © 2008 Krista LaraineReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 13, 2008 AuthorKrista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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