To all of those I’ve ever loved
And promptly then forgot
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I’m sorry for the longing looks
Followed by grey rocks
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I won’t pretend I didn’t hear
Your gentle whispers in my ears
🌬️˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
If only I’d remembered
Maybe I'd be telling this to you now
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I swear I wasn’t dodging you
Or trying to deny what little we had
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Every moment our hands intertwined
Was a healing for my soul
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If our lips have ever touched
I'd be honored just to know
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Your name tucked in the back
Of my mind’s drawer all these broken years
🌬️˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
I understand now
Why you hated me
🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨
Why, after I moved away
No one said your name, not even me
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You deserved to be remembered
That’s what I'm doing here and now
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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