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what am i supposed to do
when I watch the distance between us -
(through the back windscreen of our lives)
stretch
like a tree-lined dirt road, winding; far away, big as a house?

shades change, and we’re a pair of yesterdays
swinging ourselves inside-out

what am i to say
when on the edge of me, in the middle of no-where
love and maybe’s hide, in side streets, in-between stars,
between sighs, twisting the truth?

tomorrow creeps up - quiet . . .
carrying the basket full of hope
the glass half full, the black and white of reason
and we, on Monday mornings, no longer meet.

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beautiful & sad. there is so much to read between the lines...

beautiful reminder, perdida!!!!!

"on monday mornings, no longer meet"

that was my favourite part of this. I don't know why. I'd hazard a guess and say i like it because it sums up the whole piece - something that used to me, is no more.

eloquently expressed perdida.

SmileGRL, Arcadia, bennie2 and constantine, thank you so very much for reading, your lovely comments and your time. Much appreciated.

love the title - perfect summation of those impossibly unresolved feelings

beautiful expression ..........steve

"a pair of yesterdays" ...we cannot help but flaunt the haunt such a great hollow space it carves within us - which here you have cleanly outlined in such manner as now it haunts me. Delicious.

A beautiful read....I really dig this...
H

Judih, Steve, The Mingo and Hester....
thank you so much for reading, for the "delicious", the "dig", and the "beautiful".

Appreciate your time and comments.

i keep coming back to this line like it was a friend ;

"shades change, and we’re a pair of yesterdays
swinging ourselves inside-out "

thanks, Perdida, for this journey of longing in memories freshly picked.

i keep coming back to this line like it was a friend ;

"shades change, and we’re a pair of yesterdays
swinging ourselves inside-out "

mt? I hear ya.
Thank you muchly for your lovely reply.