e a c h half m i s si n g.


...like an image
recaptured
by moonlight

someplace removed from memory,
in a shadowed piece of my heart,

muted love dwells
within
its tapestry
frayed by time,
yet still part of the whole;

plucked from my mind
and
scattered in dreams

saturated with funeral blossoms
that hold your haunted face and faded love.

Dreams:
sift through old photographs;
images hang in my mind.
Moments
leave . decayed . emotions

Souls severed,
fall to death,
forever wander
among angels
searching
for each half missing.

05.23.00


©2000 Erin D. Conroy.


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