OUT OF SIGHT -

She cut it all down.

Sealed off every pathway.

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But she can’t burn the memories.

No, she cannot.

They are moving pictures

Submerged in water.

All she can do is hope

They fade and dissolve.

Now that new life

Sets in I’m sure the

Images will go a

Little further into the

Depths and peek out.

They may even surface

Once every blue moon.

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She can let go, but

Naturally some things

Will return and their own,

Unasked and unforeseen.

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We were around each

Other for too long

And my ghost is

Safely wandering

Around her mind.

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As my living self will miss her

Here and there, my soul can

Be at rest knowing she’ll

Remember from time to time.

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She can cut it all down.

She can place a boulder in

Front of every entrance;

But there is still a pond

She will gaze upon and

Re-find what was.