Thursday, November 4, 2010


The wind blows through my hair
The wind caresses my arms
It lightly touches my cheek
Just like a light peck on the cheek

I close my eyes
Memories flood
Tears flow
Remember the times
Like it was yesterday

Like you said
It is
As I feared
It has begun.

I put my head in my arms
Cry till the sun rises
Eyes red
Sleep deprived
I walk down the road
People look
I don’t care

Behind all this
After all this
In all this
There must be a meaning.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

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