Poems

[Slim]

Greenwich

I live too often for the past, I know she'd say.
But I return there anyway.
A ghost from the future, in 1996.

The view has changed. And so has she. She's long gone
But I don't ever change. I stay the same; it's what I do.
I don't move on.

So I sit there on the grass, and I can see
The corpse of summers past, looking back, right through me.

I have become a cluttered box of orphaned dreams,
Forever left unspoken.

If I could touch them, hold them in my hands
Each wretched one of them would still be broken.

And I'm too bitter now to face the memories I pursue
I still can't live with what she did.
And what she didn't do.

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[Thenop]

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I wrote my fair share of poetry, but it's all in Dutch and fairly abstract, no use posting it here. No translation would do it any justice