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I don’t know how you

made him not stay,

simple as

handing a fare,

in the open window,

so the cab would go away.

I wonder how

with your smile

making its way like a

moving shadow from

the mix of cloudy wisps

and high summer sun,

as it so quickly forms

and disappears

across your lips.  If it

floats inside him,

as though

in a print,

started, when

you slipped too,

past the aperture,

riding the light.

If it had been me,

unable to let alone the

image, not trying to

grasp what it meant,

or remember where

I’d been,

beyond your thoughts,

beyond who

came next,

with useful

hope departed,

holding on anyway,

giving a relentless

purpose to my heart.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- beautifully written... the images are quaint and you tied them together is unique... the opening line reminds of people i should've held on to... and the closing line reminds me of how the people who hold on anyway are possibly the ones who do justice to the power of emotions...