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3 Days Gone By So Quickly

3 Days Gone By So Quickly
By nice-rhymes on 11/07/2008
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She walked out through the door and down the stairs
Out into the darkness of a Parisian morning
The sun that shone upon us all weekend was gone
And now she was too.....

I was overcome by a sense of fear
It cut me like a knife through the heart
Its engine in need of a restart
But the mechanic would take another month to get there

For all we have and had that weekend
Had slowly disappeared
The ebony image of her smooth soft skin
Was now wood splintered
Shards of it I felt piercing my thoughts
In the same way her smile pierced my eyes

Now I felt haggard and torn like an old rag
That flops and flails in a stiff breeze
And sent a coldness ripping through my veins
The thought of loss that froze my insides

Brain freeze.........
Like one lick too many on an ice cream
It drills through neurons in the same way a
Saw splices through wood to be discarded

That mahogany glow from her now all but disappeared.
It fades in contrast to the sun that rises over the rooftops
Reminding me of her again as she watches it from the plane
20,000 feet away and moving at a rate I cannot follow

Memories so short but sweet
Now on this page are smeared
Soon I know, but still so far away
We’ll meet again
And joy restored for those fleeting days we will embrace

Behind love’s warm blanket we both know
That despite its heat and safety
The blanket must come off as morning comes
And I must leave again as inside night approaches

And so the cold once more creeps and crawls within
Inching up towards my heart
A delivery truck of emotion
Its load so full of chagrin
And on a tight schedule
No time to take it all in

As I sit on the bus and watch the streets go past,
The hustle and bustle of the city
Resembles the multitude of thoughts that race around my brain
Each one on a different path but somehow connected
An analogy for me and her it seems

For now she sits no more beside me
No longer in my arms or on my lips
Once more relegated to my dreams
Where I wake in silent screams
And reach my hand in search of her hips

That will not share my bed for one month more

© By nice-rhymes On 11/7/2008 4:53:14 AM
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