Day 9 (Feb 20, 2016)

Day 9 (Feb 20, 2016) short poem

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This is the longest week…
of what would be my longest month…
of my longest year.

Losing you is the easy part,
living everyday without you is the hardest.

How do I cover my ears
from the echo of your voice
coming from my heart?

How do I stray away
from your shadow
imprinted on every wall, every inch of my space?

How do I train my memory
to forget you
when I have forgotten myself in you?

I still whisper your name
and see you
every time…
I don’t see you.

For the music stopped
my heart dropped
my eyes were swollen
my wounds were opened
and you didn’t even say goodbye.

Oxymoron

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