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I can’t remember your face,
Darkly as it always was,
Heavily clouded eyes
Looking ever inward,
Unseeingly – seemingly
Hovering on the edge of life.
Scant memories of love and laughter,
Only of misery and blame;
Looking through the album
Of remembrances,
You were the night to my day,
The dark to my light
Fading away…
You were the depth of my shame
Brought to mind again.
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©Denise G Allen, 07 April 2014 11:49
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
08/04/2014 at 1:51 pm
These words of yours conjure a melancholy mood in this reader; a skillful trick.
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08/04/2014 at 2:18 pm
pretty heavy memories associated with seeing this face…esp in those last lines…
hard to face the depths of that shame again…
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08/04/2014 at 5:02 pm
It is not unusual for our memory to cloud the regrettable.. Bravely told Denise..
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08/04/2014 at 6:24 pm
A character richly worthy of being completely forgotten.
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