I think of you still, with just enough sour
to taste the sweet.
In a solo adagio movement the memory of you
is never complete.
I scream your name in silence and hope you
hear me.
From these marshlands let it be.
I remember you as perfect, perfect isn't true.
It would be if I could hold you.
Even in my dreams I don't have you. But in them
I know you are.
You were a butterfly I was the tree, but then
you flew too far.
Your sins will find you out, I would sin to
find you.
Then pray that it was true.
Suffering isn't just life, it's a holy grail quest.
I heard the whispers blowing in from the west.
I talk to you when it's quiet but peace here does
not belong.
And the sunlight never last too long.
I'm always waiting for that spark.
Is it you inside? That awareness in the dark.
Smith Shine Poetry 
Oh my, this is just so beautiful and raw
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome!
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This is amazing, it speaks to anyone who has lost a loved one. ‘That awareness in the dark’ is what I hope to feel every waking moment.
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This means alot Mich. God keep you.
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And you.
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Thanks alot much appreciated 😊
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Long time, no see Smith! Back with another amazing poem!
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I am glad that you are back because your poetry is beautiful!
Joanna
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Thankyou Joanna I hope that youre well
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