Posted by: IndisGuise March 22, 2006
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I did not change that old-white-torn bag.
I just put it in a new one
So that those memoirs do not fall off
And it can hide those precious moments
For another day, another time
Until I move again
And I find it right on the corner of my room
And for a moment, it'll again
Take me back in time
Take me to you
And I lose myself
Until,
Reality yanks me off my slumber
Lumped throat, I gulped the whole bottle
Heart wrenched, soul tugged
I managed a smile - poignant
Feeble - defeated
And I rolled my eyes over my room
All done - neatly packed - ready to move
To a better, bigger place
The ironies of "moving"
And its pushing me to bygones
Compelling me to slobbery...
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