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September 15, 2012

There was a time when, once
My head would turn to you.
My mind would unfold, unpetal, de-robe
And soke in all that you had to say.
Drink in you voice, digest and transform it
Into a reason to live, just for today, just for that voice.

I would devour your smell.
You smelt like a soft memory of childhood,
Of a creeping happiness, rose and sugar.

Time became jealous. It took you away from me,
Hid you from my adoring eyes. Time wanted you
All to itself. It wanted you to sing and dance
For it's pleasure only.

You went.