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Into Memory's 'tomb

Our love was a precious stone
Over which we stood guard,
Against envious intruders.
The chilled air of autumn arrived
With hints of change heavy upon the breeze.
Our hearts lifted from the warm womb of innocence
And scattered like the leaves

Of a coming winter.

The compass of fate pointed east and then west,
College, ripe with knowledge,
Split our world in two.

Home is now an ancient building,
Weary with the yearly passing

Of transient young faces. It sits on top of a hill,
Scattered with other like it among

Tree-lined paths and trimmed hedges.
Time passes quickly but slowly

To the melodious chimes of church bells.

In my dorm room with an open book,
Pages blur with thoughts of him.

And new experiences we cannot share.
His life is a maze of towering buildings and

Crisscrossed streets that are dictated
By traffic lights, slowing, stopping, moving
The gray soiled city. I wonder if he moves as it does,

Too busy to think of the past that
Tortures my mind.

Enticingly, his race.hovers in my thoughts
And I struggle to decipher his eyes,
Mirroring a crooked smile.

With a radiant face and outstretched arms,
He reaches for me and I for him,
Only to discover a mirage

Of chilled vapors that have teased the mind.
Into the foggy afterlife of memory
Recedes, his love, his friendship,

And all that made the world revolve.

Jennifer Vick

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