Friday, September 27, 2013

A Note For Lucy.

Love. I searched the unburned archives.
I scoured the text. I adorned the pages with hopeful query.
Yet.
Nothing could find you.
I only wanted a poem.
Worthy
of you
I skimmed, scanned, delved, and parsed the greatest minds of time.
They seemed to know nothing of you.
They hadn't heard, seen, imagined, lamented, or had once partaken in
such
beauty
As your like
unprecedented
I like you.
If only I could say so as much and eloquently as the poetic greats
could express pain, loss, and death.
Let's live forever.
We'll call it a draw.


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