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I used to see you up there
every night sitting on your lonely cloud.
Lonesome chords play from your heartstring over grainy PA speakers in my head as I watch you lay your heartaches on canvas and write your fears out
in a ballet of poetry.
As beautiful as these words are before me, I know that the tragedy of this elegy is
darker and much more painful than the drama.
I used to place you up there,
gently, in the rafters of my headspace.
While my thoughts wandered nomadically in and out of inspiration,
they all pass by the parts of you I kept.
The faint sigh after uncontrollable laughter.
The small wrinkle in the corner of your smile.
The way you changed the way I love myself.
About the Creator
W. J. Bradford III
my name is William Bradford III
I write poetry and create content surround each subject.
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