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I have attended non-events.
Stood on the curb,
But no parade marched by.
I have cheered from the bleachers
But no team ran out.
I have entered the Church,
Only to smell the lingering incense.
This time,
I will fill in the empty box
To banish the void.
Humanity is the event.
I want to walk through a field of sunflowers
light up my world while
run away
making a better change
the wind is playing with my hair
ready to climb up a tree and stare
let my screams be heard
sunset kicking me to the best side of the curb
sunflowers making me smile
can I just live here for a while?
stars hitting the field just right
mountain view i missed you
whats home?
will someone tell me?
doesn't matter I is lonely
but i've got my sunflowers
a few yards away there is another field of wishies
time to make a few and star gaze
he took away,
all that there is.
left nothing,
but ruins.
how far is too far
is it beyond the missing
or the decency to mourn

how long is too long
when buried by shells
fired at the crossroads
before which doubt
celebrates its existence

it is never too far
& never too long
when nothing is left
but we who remain
you are all but poison flowing through my veins
cripplingly sweet, oh honey is brought to shame
a needle gleefully I stab myself with daily
a agonizing slow demise a choice I take greatly  
over a bleak existence without you.
i love you but you hurt me.
 Mar 2020 kevin hamilton
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master gardener
pruning each garden heirloom
till ripe for picking
Hanging like a scapular,
your memory haunts my dreams

You clothe my thoughts in joyous warmth,
my lonely voice to scream…

“I live inside your shadowed love,
afraid new suns will shine

“The darkness my heart yearns to keep,
all new light—minus thine”

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
If I'm not holding your hand
then you refuse to walk with me.

I wish that character flaw of yours
would find a porch to die beneath.

I wouldn't mind smelling the rot
for weeks before finding it.
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