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The Poetry Of.
Chrysty Higdon...............................................
won't come calling anymore
no monthly call
that comes at the
worst of times
no more long
uncomfortable
months, waiting
on delivery
replaced with
mood swings
from hell,
hot flashes
that make you
think you're
having your
own 'personal summer'
lack of desire
(luckily i still have mine - they say this is my prime )
more bothersome details
i'll forget to mention
different years,
different cycles
all make up
this 'womans curse'
awe
candles round
the bed
rose petals all
scattered about
silk upon
the skin
that look in your eye...
something tells me
it's going to be
a long nite
filled space
shared with another
i cant forget
fabric and colors
all redone
moved from its place
to another
you fill your side
like all the years before.
you talked, shared, and loved.
how crazy can this be
that you can't see
why i have a problem with...
her side of the bed
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