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Maybe Enough
by Lacy D PhillipsI could sit just like this,
eyes flaming,
long past midnight.
And dream those words,
twist them around me,
and think
of Maybe.
Why did I waste
all the beautiful things
you used to say?
They are gone
since youve moved on.
Lost to me,
from memory.
Unsaved.
It wasnt love,
after all.
After the fall.
I lived you.
And that was,
in the past tense, Enough.09/07/2003 Author's Note: "I have nothing to say, and am saying it. And that is poetry." --John Cage
Posted on 09/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Lacy D Phillips
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