4. (Columns)


We layed it to rest where the columns stood
every morning the world would reunite us
and I would feel infinite

But we broke the promise and the code
and in the end our hands went empty,
groping for loose change under the

The sun glinted off the reservoir as
we took the curve
and held hands, and
spoke of fishing trips that
we can't take anymore

Right now I find the air unbreathable
like a third world war
and I realize that sound inside my
mouth is an utter excuse of a lie

because I have done nothing but
paint columns of white for you,

when all you wanted

was the truth

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As always, your art is

As always, your art is beautiful and guides the reader gently into the moment and emotion of the poem.

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Thank you so much. I hope you

Thank you so much. I hope you are having a very nice new year so far. :)

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.