Meghan Fenwick-Boland

I felt you grow inside of me

But never thought you'd come to be
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The summer sun begins its slow descent,

As the yielding sky fades,  pale and content.
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In you I found

A vision of travelling possibilities,
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I think a dream would be a tapestry,
But we fumbled in our attempts
ours was more like a bolt of cloth.
A banner woven in ecstasy,
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Plodding through sodden, wild fields

As daylight withdraws and yields;
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Day to day,
It seems
My body is floating…on its back…,
Weightlessly,
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My spirit yearns for another strand;

It's faraway, paradisal sands
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Was he waiting for the call of his name,

Waiting for somebody to embrace him,
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Everything's gone bad, my love.
I'm a fool;
I didn't realize that the past
Was being thrown together into a mix—
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this is a fictional life,
I'm not being facetious,
but when lovers gaze
Young Blood,
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Memory will abide, it lingers on;

An altered awareness endures,
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