April 1st 2010.

 

In the Aftermath laid tears herein.1

Why would I mourn for the passing of pain,

And not laugh with you when you loved?

Now as we immerse in the Aftermath,

Let’s live, and laugh,

As I know

You’d be dancing right by me.

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My fatigue entwines the heart,

Like one that we could carve on a tree.

I’m unused to the Aftermath,

Unused to the space that’s now free,

Undo if I could, and we’ll roll on grasses while they’re green.

And now stars will speak to those who have come to listen,

That unwasted was your dash and being.

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If anyone asked,

I’d tell them you’re exploring the world,

By yourself in a bright red jeep,

Selling soy sauce and maybe ice cream.

It’s quirky, I know, but no one would doubt if they could see,

The innocent persistence on your face,

The insistence of your breaking pace,

To the frontiers of the ivory gates.

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So say you’re taking a break,

Say you’re walking right out of the door,

Into a dream within a bright red jeep.

If it should be so that you have to leap,

Hands shaking and knees quick,

I’ll turn around and creep

Away.

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So you won’t see my crying,

Of tears withheld from landing,

For they shall always be left,

To the finding, oh the finding,

Of silvers amongst the golds,

In the

Aftermath.