Written by jdmorganne

Jetsam

Flotsam of your memory,

supinely on my bed,

satin pillowcase underneath your head.

Jetsam piles keep floating,

on your furious sea,

Whispers of chimera dreams,

given back to me.

There, among the clouds.

There, I saw you sleep.

Songs of remembrance

here, where I weep.

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