On autopilot
Looking for a place
Where I could be
Emptying out
My emotions
So many feelings
Emoting in a
Drought of activity
So many memories
Rushing about
I saw your picture
Hanging on my wall
I forgot it was
Hanging there at all
You used to remind me
Of the things
I wished in time
Would truly never end
Where does time go
Nights upon nights spent
Braiding down your hair
8 more months
And Christmas will be here
I’m the only one
Who ever touched your hair
As much as I did and so
Remember do you remember
On autopilot over here
Looking for a place
Where I could be
Emptying out
My sympathies
Sentiments all spilled out
Onto the floor
Circle of affections
Curled up
Into a ball
I could never get to that
Place again like we were before
And still Christmas
Will be here in 8 months or so
And I still remember braiding
Down your hair from years before
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Poétique 