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february twenty-second
by Ava Blu
i see your face each night
while laying in my bed holding onto
some old pillow that doesn't smell like you;
i wish i had a more prominent reminder,
something solid to see and touch each day
when i need you the most.
02/22/2009 Posted on 02/23/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/23/09 at 08:45 PM Memories are kind of schizofrenic like that. They sometimes even feel completely independent to us. I like how focused this one is, how quiet the voice reads. It's wonderful stuff. |
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