The Best Day
It started out slow
Abnormally cold
I dressed to depress, scraped the mold from the best of the bread
Thought of bed
Outside there was light
The people wore bright
Hello faces, their paces were quite out of place with my own
Thought of home
Then you
From the blue
In the time that it took me to breathe in your leaving, I woke
I raced to embrace you, my grey world unfurled when you spoke
Into blue
with you
What beauty is there
in not having to care!
In believing you're leaving the wearisome heaving and grind
far behind
It ended too fast
We clung to the last
of our time in the prime of our past, now a line in on a screen
Black on green...
Where is blue?
Where are you?
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was posted on Jan 13, 2009 by
Parkovic.
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