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Footnote: After January 9th, 1978
A multitude of
gray, dismal days followed
our break-up. Even
my own shadow vanished, not
wanting to be seen with me.
Kyakuchuu
A multitude of
gray, dismal days followed
our break-up. Even
my own shadow vanished, not
wanting to be seen with me.
Kyakuchuu
I always thought the
I always thought the description "instant classic" was an oxymoron, but the word that instantly beamed in my mind as I read this impeccable gem was "classic". You struck gold and it deserves a place in a pantheon of immortal poems. I mean that.
Congratulations on this.
Thank you so very much.
Thank you so very much. Sometimes I am still haunted by that debacle, even after forty-five years. It became the line of demarcation that separated time into the past to which I could not return, and the present that did not, back then, seem very conducive to people like me. It still haunts me once in a while, and from such hauntings poems like this issue forth, so I write them down.
I am so very grateful that you commented on this one. Your validating words make me feel better about the poem. Thank you for reading and commentong.
Starward