clemen-time

It's an hour of the day when it's ok,
but it's not fine. 
I've lost my chance.
My chance is far
from near.
The milky twilight will stain my face a ghostly white
and remind me of my losses,
that I should be caring less about
because I know I only held on to let go. 


 
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emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • Poetry

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    leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

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  • Poetry

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    too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

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  • Poetry

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    watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day. 

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