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by Poet on the Piano   Jul 7, 2015


These bags under my eyes
are not from my own exhaustion -
they were packed and unpacked
within your walls for so many months
until you had to figure out how to
reclaim what was yours...

if I was ever yours.

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Written 7/06/15 while on the road.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Meme

    Weekly Contest Judging comment:
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    Wow! In those short lines you managed to give us a full story of how you felt. It is hard when you are the one hanging around waiting to be remembered or acknowledged. Not knowing if you were let go of or not. Not being given a proper goodbye or simply a proper explanation. I hate situations like this but in life we sometimes come across such things.

  • 8 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I miss reading your works, I've just been so busy lately. It's funny that this is the one I read first though, I don't think I fully grasp your meaning, but I've found one of my own and it really hits home - especially now.

    Gorgeous piece and well worth the nomination as always.

    I hope you are doing well.

  • 8 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    So much in so few lines, MaryAnne...Really powerful short piece. As always greatly written xx