My Northeast

Under bridges we don’t cross
anymore
Over time, sweeps in winds, creeps in frost,
waiting for,

 

 

you to meet me at the edge of the lake
Hours lapse into plodding days
In the open, hope spans eons to wake
Desperate to catch a glimpse of your face

 

Under bridges built for forgotten
ones who dream 
Of stalling time, snowflakes drift, yet, here I sit
waiting for

 

you
to 
re
mem
ber

 

me?

 

[inspired by Matt and Kim]

My Northeast

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© Hazim Haemoglobin 2012

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My Northeast


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