|In Memory of Gone (standard:poetry, 71 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Mar 21 2009||Views/Reads: 1536/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
You were a gypsy dancing on moonbeams, smiling like a lantern swung by a drunken sailor, a ship storm-tossed and swaying, a displaced stone from a creek bed. . I didn't hear what the minister said; didn't seek reasons; there aren't any. I lowered my hand to let the sky back in and pieces flow from my head. Better to remember you in a warm café sipping a latte, than gone. Tweet
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