Toby Twigg Poems

The Leaves all came together in one place
Each with each and all with all
They said their piece
From early Spring to almost Fall
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'… (there is) henceforth no end to the yearning, longing, rapture, and misery of Love:
world, power, fame, honor, chivalry, loyalty and friendship scattered like an insubstantial dream.
One thing alone, left longing, longing unquenchable, desire forever renewing its self, craving and languishing, save sole redemption: death surcease of being the sleep that knows no waking'.
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They have left me now

My childhood heroes
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Another day of the dead as I stare at my empty bed
I see shadows of the Moon as time falls behind
Love had grown old and turned to dust
The papers of Divorce have finally been signed
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(I did not ask to be born)

Knowing why, doesn't make the search go away
Knowing how, doesn't mean you can stop
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Cold wind
Blown dusty and dry
Brownstone stoops
& painted iron gates
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Sitting at the table of empty chairs
His world so small inside
Wishing he knew how to pray
How to dance
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A cold front moved across the Hudson River
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell's Kitchen
A Postal Canvas Hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger collecting cardboard refuse
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My body has turned to Winter now

Though I still think it's Spring
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I did not hear him as he called out
As if I could have comforted him
Or kept him from slipping away
Perhaps he was waiting to say goodbye
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