WEDNESDAY: Dream

BY LUBA GELBERG

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The morning light scatters the likeness of you,
I close my eyes,
And revel in my vision
Until it is shattered.

I try to grasp at the fragments,
The false moments.

Lest I forget.

But I do.

You are just a memory that
No one else will make.

What I have left of you
Seeps through my fingers
Leaving only
The sensation of my hands being wet.

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