YOU wore rose and heels high
and so lovely i forgot all,
what pain… and so ,i love my girl
— she gets me
now that you’re gone and i feel
so alone all by myself i know
how love is and darling i don’t
know what i’ll do but when i think…
oh, you!
where can you be? oh my
i knew a girl who had eyes
that loved me and she kissed me
one last time — this surely,
dream perhaps this ghost
oh, you
where perhaps a thing
without name beyond because
things without names
cannot be blamed
glad things are free
so above blame
you wore rose and heels high
and so lovely i forgot all
and pain? And i loved you
–you get me
and i’ll never be the same
my girl: i greet the sun
and hug the moon — this fool
and man am i dear!
:: 07-23-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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