Afterwards
after the words
at half-past dark
my second thoughts
later than at-last
further than so-far
my sorrowful wallow
cancelling tomorrow
my calendar of clarity
spare-change charity
my dubious timing
weakly unwinding
our corkscrew dive
blue tumbling skies
yet after all
it feels so small
nothing matters
morning staggers
dragging me along
with a familiar song
the only one I like
the only one I know
afterwards.
If I found a way through… a way out…
would you grab the spare lantern?
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I’ll just follow your light old friend 🙂
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Nice mubble fubbles,
Even nicer to see you writing. 😊
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😀 Thank you thank you thank you 🙂 It’s good to be home.
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Follow through and through, diving into a sea of ocean blue
Wake and realize you’re alive
Alive in a new light
The eyes of another
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Thank you Brittny, I always appreciate when verse is repaid in kind 🙂
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I try. Sometimes I’m like bam I got something haha.
Energy surging through blue veins, waking my slumbering soul.
Caffeine rich and turning red as the pressure rises.
Days go on, bringing in the sun and the night, coming together as one.
Returning to the place I welcomed as a child.
Memories swimming in the backs of my eyes to my brain, somewhere in my cloudy head.
I remember and smile.
I remember the lights and the buzzing of the crickets and katydids.
I remember the scents and holding your tiny hand.
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😀 amazing!
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Thank you as is yours always 🙂 hope you’re having a good Monday
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