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This is part 2 to a 5 part suite based off of T.S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." Part one was "The Hollow Men."
I’ve loved you from the first
Day, every freckle on your face,
Every silly thing you say,
I think as I watch you push against
The air, swinging desperately
Behaving as the wind behaves.
And I remember moments
That wash over each other
Again, and again like watercolor
Dipped on plain white paper,
Creating something deeper,
Colors etched into the snow.
I remember the place
We always went at midnight
On Fridays, when everyone
Thought we were sleeping
We would sit in that old park
On squeaky swings and laugh
While the colors shined too brightly
Like watercolors, starkly streaked
Across plain white paper,
Like scenes of perfect reconciliation
Drawn into a comic book.
I remember that moment in a thousand
Variations, for each of a thousand
Times we went there, and a thousand
And one times we kissed goodnight,
As the starlight danced in your eyes.
And after swimming in all those moments,
The colors marking me like watercolor
On plain white paper,
I remember that tonight is the last time
The last time in this beat up park
The last time with legs too long for these swings
The last time we’d kiss goodnight–
But you look at me, your eyes shining so bright
Like watercolor on plain white paper,
And I smiled with all my might and thought
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
She falls softly down from towering pedastools...