Miss Dickens by Bed Maker

My mind splinters like a prism bending light
throws the faces left and right.
They all just remind me how much I’ve lost beyond you.
How much I’m lost without you.

Even then when I walked the block again
and I didn’t wear shoes for a week.
Lost track of days threw my w a t c h aside
I thought I knew.

So now late in autumn – after noon –
following the rainbows around the room.
I look for you every where.
It’s the only place you will be. The only place you could be.

Even then when I walked the block again
and I didn’t wear shoes for a week.
Lost track of days threw my w a t c h aside
I thought I knew just what I was getting in to.

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