blazing trails in black and white
hollow is the point that shatters
from the muzzle smoking still
empty...is the heart that wanders
from love to love lost in the night
another day dawns cold and lonely
clouds will block the sun's bright rays
hallowed...was the room we slept in
hot and sweet the love we made
gone are all the songs we sang to
wax formed thickly at the base
once...a memory long ago
now it seems a photo cropped
black and white the minds illusion
of how it was supposed to be
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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