Thursday, May 29, 2014

237. Closure


the reptilian skies 
shed their night skins,
each dawn;
how we wish we could shed our past too?!

ain't it tough -
walking through these alleyways
filled with razor-sharp shadows
of moments long gone?

these
flickering memories
bickering memories
snickering memories

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we trade 
shooting stars for empty dreams 
through sleepless centuries

we dress 
tainted music in white noise 
with clenched fists

we brave 
uncomfortably familiar conversations 
for desperate romances

pointlessly
juggling memories
snuggling memories
struggling memories

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we wonder -
why tomorrows cannot be yesterdays?

why everybody puts off
burning those letters 
hidden at the bottom of their chests
of heartbreaks and nightmares
and unanswered questions?

why stories leave us 
but never die
while we sit here
waiting to hear their obituaries?

forever
shuffling memories
baffling memories
stifling memories

forever 
waiting for closure
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