BIRTHDAY WISH.
5/7/10
Time summons these ghosts like the candles on your cake,
Each one exponential, anguished, extinguished;
A year of cold shoulders, your effortless abandon,
The compassion you once had for a kindred soul…
A year ago today was the last exchange;
But still your voice follows me in the darkest of times
And like a child I question the unanswering.
So they’ve taken you from home, swept you up into false freedom
And there you sit, wrapped in ignorance and illusion.
While you play your game of silence, do you ever wonder?
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2010
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