Wednesday, April 03, 2013


I moved away,
Started a new life,
But did I move on?
The past still seems real,
The present, just a dream.

I seldom think of you now.
My children sleep.
Pinpricks of rain
Dust my skin in
Slate-grey mornings.
Birds chirp; fans whirr;
Days roll along.
Love resides quietly, hidden.

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