Erased
A Sonnet That Lost Most of Its Rhymes
No more words of any kind or colour
Even some insults would have been welcomed
But there would be nothing to curse me for
And she is the type who adores actions
Summer is too cold wherever I am
Behind my cooled walls or around the bend
Sentences cannot be explained again
And time is more precious when intended
But the space between us has expanded
We were closer before Canada Day
Even closer before Xmas supper
And as close as possible before then
O Athena whenever you smiled last
Truer love seemed to belong to the past
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Ben Folds - Erase Me
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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