See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 22
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The undressed trees of December
reach their hands to God
for an answer.
Like the leaves, my faith left in seasons, my reverence, my reverent
who walks with the sea, I see the ending, a new beginning, who are
we kidding?
I know the end.
Life is a long time of severance.
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.
Tell me how you feel.
I feel
I feel the weight of an epiphany buckling my knees// a familiar tune
of yearning, a sorrowed
reprieve// I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night// the fear of
wasted time…
I hear a melody:
the wasted years of a love once great.
I hear a melody:
the cautionary tale of being led astray.
