I wrote this poem about someone in a dark place taken back into brilliant and love-filled memories by a love letter written to them. I loved writing it because I love exploring the daydreamer side of things.

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Dreary as damp shoes without soles,

Light gone from steps

Of the tattered room filled

With holes like black maps

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I look up

Into the mirror image;

A pond of stars reminds me

Of a pearlized flush,

And your laugh as smooth

As crumpling paper,

My way of escape:

Your voice in my mind.

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Your face

The golden sun flooding

Onto a slanted shadow.

Your hair

Gleaming wide and awry for a halo

Pull me into your cloud of dust

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The words beat past my swollen lungs

And into the cage of my bones,

Like frantic birds lost

In the ice of your wings