• The when…

    by  • February 15, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 4 Comments

    Dear Bird,

    We were once
    young together.
    Our vernal youth.
    June.
    Sweet splendor
    of early summer
    when we were
    the youngest
    would ever be
    younger than
    we knew.
    When none
    of our light
    had been lost
    nor fully turned
    on either
    when all of our
    shadows were
    suggestions
    instead of
    definitions.

    I will always only know your youth
    and I will never know your age.
    And it this that undoes my heart.

    Love,
    Fish

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    4 Responses to The when…

    1. The rabbit, the moth and the mice
      February 15, 2016 at 1:27 pm

      …. love this poem!




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    2. To fish
      February 16, 2016 at 11:20 am

      ….(
      What did happen to u?




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    3. Snow Bird
      February 17, 2016 at 8:37 am

      ” when all of our shadows were suggestions instead of definitions”

      Oh … how beautiful !




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    4. To the author
      February 29, 2016 at 1:59 pm

      What’s ur name fish




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