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remembered

were the flowers blooming
yellow –
last night while in my dreams
I stood beneath
a cross
and watched it rain
I remember someone saying
we’d never be the same

cried but I’m not sure
I felt a thing

of taking
I’m not ready
to decide my journey done
hearts to touch
and winds I haven’t seen
blown as north
above the pines
to split my world apart

the universe
remembers me
the same

lying down
or standing up –
waiting this too long
the dream is worn
to pieces –
by my night

. . .