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Kennedy

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since October 2013
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Summer Ghost

January 18, 2014
This isn't about him,
I promise. 
As roses scattered to ashes, 
I can only hope he's crying too. 
That he's thinking 
We shouldn't be through. 
 
I scold myself, 
Stop dragging it out. 
 
I've spent too long in the dark, 
And taken double the dose. 
I wait,
Love I wait, 
For your summer ghost. 
 
To haunt me, 
Like it had,
A while ago. 
 
When I hadn't been afraid, 
When you stood at my window. 
 
Stop dragging it out. 
 
Torn and broke down,
I wait for you to come, 
Show up at my door, 
I promise I won't lock it. 
But your face is not a memory
Like it was the day before.
 
Down at the graveyard, 
I've seen this is war. 
 
I'd like to fight,
But I surrender.
Your face,
Still in my mind.
I'm not a quitter, 
But I give up sometimes. 
 
I've taken double the dose 
And I wait,
Love I wait, 
For your summer ghost, 
 
To haunt me like before, 
Standing suit and tie, 
Waiting at my door. 
 
I invited over death, 
He stayed a night, 
But nothing more.
 
All things come to end 
I cannot make it better, 
I cannot play pretend.
 
Sky melted gray, 
I opened my mouth,
There was nothing to say.
 
I took double the dose,
I wait, 
Love I wait, 
For your summer ghost, 
To show up again, 
To dream with me again, 
To sleep in the summer sand, 
 
To love me like you did, 
When summer first began.
 
I wait, love, 
I wait for you
To tell me not to go. 
Please say you hear me, 
Say you'll be there. 
 
Say you know.

 

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