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I shuffle through the desolate haze
That you created when you died
Bumping into your shadows
And stumbling over
The smell of your old sweater

Of your words
Slam against the stone-walled well
Of my memories of you
Like lost ghosts

Why did you lie to me
With your smiles?
They taunt me now, my friend
But would a true friend
Put me through all this?

How could you
With no warning
Leave me here to suffer
While you sleep?
Or was I deaf to your cries?

I feel guilt; I feel shame
I feel sorrow and regret
They tell me that I shouldn't,
But I keep thinking, if only...
I keep saying, if only...

Your recent photos are the only kind of gold
That rust and corrode
You smile at me from your obituary
Is this what you wanted?
Your timeline, shortened;
Torn by your own hand?

Little things
That shouldn’t matter
Take possession of my mind
Like the comb on your bureau
That holds a single hair

Mud, still damp
Hugs the boots
That you just wore;
They wait for you
On the crooked rug

Your final footprints
Will crumble
And disappear forever
From the driveway
Beneath the rain

Your dog whimpers and paces
His ears grow brown
Dragging in the dirt
He wouldn't have wanted you
To die alone, and grow cold

You left
An unwashed cup in the sink
That holds your final lip-mark
Am I crazy to want to keep it

This undertow of questions
Pulls me downward with its bony grip
I need you here, I'm drowning
But you won’t help me
Because you selfishly took all the answers with you

Here, I share, with stark honesty, my life.

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The following comments are for "Your Torn Timeline"
by FeliciaStone

This really tugs at the heart...very well done Felicia!

Good to see you here again.

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: September 29, 2012 )

Beatrice Boyle
Thank you, B.

( Posted by: FeliciaStone [Member] On: October 15, 2012 )

Tell Me Hello When I Finally Leave
When we exit that final door...
Do we ever really leave?

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: November 18, 2012 )

>>>When we exit that final door...
Do we ever really leave?

>>> I guess that's what makes it so intense. We won't know until it's our turn. Or will we?

( Posted by: FeliciaStone [Member] On: February 26, 2013 )

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