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James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Loss

That was our Morning
Long ago, in love
Almost total
Almost perfect
So it’s there I stay
And wait for you
As I bide my time
With repetitive Night
And laid bare
Under burning Sun
Etching on me the count
Of Hours waited
Of Days passed
And of Years spent
Holding onto thoughts of you
In a priceless moment
Before my faults
And stubborn indirection
Left us that Morning
Incomplete
And longing for
Our lost perfection

(2013)

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