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Different Colors The vivid colors of dawn stimulate hope in my tired mind. As the sky lightens, I habitually look for signs of your homecoming. The beaten path I plod daily has not changed. You are not here. The clock on the wall is silent. The bitter reprisal of the metronome no longer will remind me of loss due to pride. I will remember every word we last spoke with time passing by me silently. I look to where you last stood in fierce conviction. My eyes close as I try to feel your safety. As your fear and loneliness shiver with cold, the confusion I feel crawls under my skin. Do you need me? Our umbilical cord has become taut as you walk in defiance away from maternal monarchy. Your territory now is far from my realm and is hidden behind graffiti covered walls. The language you speak I do not know. In desperation to know a different life you discarded the name I gave you. The identity you have chosen is proclaimed with colors displaying your rebellion. You have had to camouflage your heart to survive a world of signing and drive bys. Alone in my room of hindsight, I look through the bars of my responsibility, to footsteps left behind in a heated departure. My eyes remain fixed upon them till evening returns in it’s monochrome shades. I talk softly into the wind hoping my words will reach your ears through the din of gang banging’s false promise. All you need is offered void of binding chains and hostile judgment. You do not have to struggle any more. I love you. Please… Come home. |
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