I can’t get you out of my life
sometimes I pretend we talk
how we’re not going anywhere
and sometimes I believe it
I learned to chant years ago
and I’ve never stopped doing it
for fear I may stop existing
november came and went
just like she always does
promising to return again
you keep revisiting me
in real life and in my dreams
only to leave me time and again
forcing me to move forward
november two thousand seventeen
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“I learned to chant years ago”
I love that transition. Also the first line. I pretend I’m talking to people all the time.
thank you for sharing your thoughts on this piece.
I love this one.
I’m glad that you do, thank you, Nyx.
You’re welcome
Time may well march on but she seems to move faster nearer the end, Maybe she is running away from running out
Sometimes it’s hard to say – thank you for sharing your comments, Denise.