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my old poems

Tattered,

Yellowed pages,

Broken spines,

Fading ink,

Softening memories,

Dusty covers,

Sitting on the shelf

Watching me

And wondering

When I will return

To them,

And ask them

What happened

To us both

Over the years.

Who misses

Who

More?

I fear them

More than they fear

That I won’t

Return

To them.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 20, 2012

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