things I have been thinking about

Rake

Sweeping past my eyes,
in the wrong direction,
like a backwards in time,
your memories are so real,
I can't let them go.
I strewn every emotion about,
as other thoughts try to intrude over,
the breeze of the future,
that will rake you away;
I reach for your warm feel.
 




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