Everything, except celery

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Month: August, 2015

Shared moment

I cannot say it

Write it 

Sing it 

Praise it 

It happened.  

Ephemeral  

In the moment  

Of the moment  

A moment passed  

A moment remembered  

I cannot say it,  

So I write it  

But it has passed  

It happened.  

It was there  

And then it was not there. 

The moment passed  

It can’t be unknown  

But it is not known,  

Until it is written  

But I cannot say it  

Cannot write it  

Cannot sing it  

Cannot praise it  

There is no memory,  

That isn’t shared. 

Where are you.

Where are you?

I thought you’d be here by now

You said you’d be here

I said you’d be here

I said, I expected you to be here

Where are you?

I couldn’t wait too long back then

You said you’d wait for me

I said you’d wait for me

I said, I expected you to wait for me

Where are you?

I wouldn’t wish it on you now

You said you wished it too

I said you wished it too

I said, I expected you to wish it too

My Place

This is my place, you cannot stay here

This is my place, you left too quickly

This is my place, you refused the invitation

This is my place, you have no memories there

This is my place, you can find me here

This is my place, you are not invited

This is my place, you don’t appreciate it

This is my place, you see no value in it

This is my place, I shared it freely

This is my place, you left it willingly

This is my place, I live it daily

This is my place, I know it knows me

This is my place, I feel it with no bounds

This is my place, I reserve it now

This is my place, you wanted to come here

This is my place, you invited yourself

This is my place, you want to return here

This is my place, you have a place in it

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