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SadBrian Burch

Fireside

embers melt down old moments tie themselves on to the present wine is poured only for me it doesn’t matter we chose this form the paintings of me you promised and the songs for you that never came don't matter a year or 60 is over old moments
SadBrian Burch

It Is Only

It is only a moment of forgotten joy but it lives none-the-less. Trees echo the road and, unlike the past, there is no one waiting for me. I turn to your memory of solace and pain, needing something concrete as an anchor. Walls greyly shadow and take away the light. Your letter arked our pasts, protecting old lies and unremembered betrayals.
SadBrian Burch

It Wasn't Enough

White sand beaches. A shadow erasing your footsteps before I could remember your passage. A hand stretches forth to pull me from my exile. Names fade into one another without time to become new. Limestone buildings hold your shadow while I pass erasing your memory.

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