Mslioncourt (mslioncourt) wrote in paper_journal,
Mslioncourt
mslioncourt
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He Is (going to war)

Pieces of him surround me
Tiny whispers caress my cheek
and the wind on my neck
carries the memories of his lips.
His soul sometimes
lingers inside of
the poems I read and
the paintings I admire.
He is neither here nor there.
He is,
That is what
keeps me.

His touch
those lips
golden eyes
can fly from my heart
as long as
he is.

His laughter
strength
consciousness
can disappear into dreams
as long as
he is.

My life
fluid
free
can stand still
as long as
he is.

My world surrounds him
as long as
he is.
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