Thirty YearsA Poem by Stefano IaniroThis moment has passed, and you’ve passed on. A direction so confusing, any compass is wrong. Still close enough to touch, but too high out of reach. I rest in a cold bed, with your silhouette next to me. My heart speeds up, as your scent lingers on. In a blink of an eye, your picture is gone. Replaced with the memories, of when we were kids. When I promised you forever, forever we will live. It’s been thirty years, since I last held your hand. I’ll be with you soon, at least that’s the plan. My time draws near, as I know I am gone. I’ve missed you darling, now I’m coming home. © 2011 Stefano IaniroReviews
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Added on January 24, 2011Last Updated on January 24, 2011 AuthorStefano IaniroMontreal, CanadaAboutI'm Stefano, 19, Montreal. I love writing, talking, photography, filming, music and on and on it goes. I find dreams far superior than modern day reality. Follow me on Twitter at: @StefanoIaniro more..Writing
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