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Imaginary Friends
Warm afternoons in fields of crimson
somewhere so familiar to me
where memories of you are immortalized
behind sterile sheets of glass
your name is remembered here
but your face is lost somewhere
in time, perhaps in memory,
or in fields that are now barren.
but standing here in the sweeping snow
next to the skeleton of a rose bush
that i watched you nurture and cultivate,
the bittersweet scent of beauty envelops me.
© 2013 Nicholas Emeigh
somewhere so familiar to me
where memories of you are immortalized
behind sterile sheets of glass
your name is remembered here
but your face is lost somewhere
in time, perhaps in memory,
or in fields that are now barren.
but standing here in the sweeping snow
next to the skeleton of a rose bush
that i watched you nurture and cultivate,
the bittersweet scent of beauty envelops me.
© 2013 Nicholas Emeigh
Notes: This poem was written on February 7, 2007.
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