Hearts In Past Continuous
One day we carved into some tree
the initials of our names
and let it bloom like our love
which gradually withered away.
And the tree with that carved letters
fell down for the needs of others
and it was cut to decks.
And they were made into a chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf.
And even if it’s just a memory now
there’s still something inside us
that starts to flicker from time to time.
And we probably have the same chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf
at our homes somewhere.
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Inspired by wonderful writings of Richard Brautigan; may he rest in peace.
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