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afterthoughts
by Tim J BonoI am an afterthought
in your head
I stand alive
to define the dead
I was a twilight flicker
in a gasping terror
I was a reflection sinking
in a shattered mirror
I'll leave a tear
born of your eye.
Your lips my runway
Your beauty. My goodbye.
09/02/2003 Author's Note: a poem
Posted on 09/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Tim J Bono
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/07/03 at 02:06 AM Beautiful. The associations can never die. They do appear and disappear to reappear again, energized by the charge of the associations. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 03/17/09 at 08:14 AM Have you ever noticed how some of those afterthoughts begin to take on a life all their own? I have, strangely enough... alisa ;-) |
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