Some Dreams Are Squatters


Pluck

I have banished your memories
hovering like wisps on clear summer skies
brushed aside the soft brown of your gaze
with the autumn leaves drifting across my face
shovelled away your icy neglect
that falls like winter snow
shut down every spring hope
struggling to bloom out of the cold earth

What more can I pluck out of my thoughts?

All that is left
is the empty husk of my mind
and the vacant shell of my body

But still I think of you

Some dreams are squatters
clinging to every scrap of me

©2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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