Remembering An Orange Room
Don’t ask me for how long,
I’m not sure these days ..
But for a while at least,
we lived, we ate,
we slept, breathed and we
made out in a small
orange room, that glowed
by the ocean,
at both ends, of those long
summer days ..
But then, all our shadows
became darker,
and without any warning
they came in off
our mountain and covertly
stole your last breath
and took all my sunbeams away ..
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Oh no! Without any warning…
How cruel! I feel it right here!Â
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Thanks B :)Â
I sometimes think it must have been loss and grief that inspired the very first poem ever Nev. How deeply I feel for this narrator and their haunting orange words ... hugs X
You are real tonic our M .. it took me a long time to think of the title.. but it was there all along .. write before my very eyes .. x