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WhenA poem I found crumpled in my trash:When
When
When we were 7, we would watch Titanic. I was Jack. You were Rose. And your waterbed was the Atlantic.
When we were 11, we would sit in our tree. You watched the sunset. I watched you. (I remember these quiet times the best).
When we were 17, we made love in a car. You were nervous. I was too. (But i thought it was like that scene in Titanic)
When we were 18, we broke up. I loved you. You said you loved me. And we haven't talked ag
by ~Theshadowdeep
Death In Terminal A8At 8:17 she departed,Death In Terminal A8
while businessmen floated past like cumulus clouds. Slumping forward in her wheelchair
she left the terminal.
And it was in that noisy
peace that she
lifted off,
white hair drawing contrails across her wrinkled skin.
I lower a paperback to realize that she has left us now. The noise of her jets has long since faded and her destination smells vaguely of the sea.
by ~Theshadowdeep
Midnight CompanyA sip of black coffee warmed Jacob. Over the last eight hours, snow had enveloped the town like desert sand. Grace, dressed in her faded apron, was his only company tonight. The diner had been left nearly unchanged by his four year absence. Maroon stools stood in the same silent formation along the bar and the utensils were arranged in their familiar fashion. The diner had somehow preserved its dingy attitude. Jake loved it once. A cream colored mug sat alone upon the white counter top, circular brown rings rippling from its base. Crumbs littered the area from a mMidnight Company
by ~Theshadowdeep
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