amber layers rest upon goodnight,
while an obsidian anchorage awaits
confusing darkness with light
might have been her first mistake
nothing comes from a starless sky
but an endless plea, more questions
left naive, with no honest answers why
sweet girl, that’s how this always happens
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This one runs nice & deep ~ the winning line, “nothing comes from a starless sky” ~ that alone is a piece of poetry. A quiet goodbye is always the one that lingers the longest (as in years), and that is felt here as well. Beautiful words Audrey Dawn ~ you do not disappoint.
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You’re pretty remarkable at making me blush. It isn’t normal, what you do, you know. They’re just six words, Dalo… but somehow, you romanticize them to a whole new level. I haven’t mentioned in awhile how poetic I think you truly are. Goodbyes are hard, for sure. And I like it when you use my full name, Randall Collis. I see your eyes looking at mine. I am just a lady. You make me feel like a poetess. xx
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Wow… this is magnificent… catching up on your posts is such a beautiful experience… Thank you…
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Aw. You reduce me to tears, my friend. Thank you for being such a wonderful and poetic man. Your support and genuine adoration of my attempts make me feel amazing, you know. Thank you… you are always welcome here. ♡
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This one touched me so deeply that I couldn’t even comment on it when first read. So, slow breath now. Wanted you to know that you often say what I’m feeling.
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Aww, Shari. Thank you for telling me. I’m happy not to be alone. And thrilled to be near for you. Hugs.
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“Nothing comes from a starless night,” love it.
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Thank you, John. Thise stars are everything most nights.
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So is this a sunset? And “she,” the sun going to sleep for the night? Even if I’m way off course, I know enough to say I like it!
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She is she…not the sun this time, but I love your interpretation, Debbie. These poems are for everyone to enjoy…as they need, my friend. xx Thank you!
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I’m with the Professor.
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Good. He enjoys the company, Susan. 🙂
So you want to know why goodbye, as well? She isn’t the one, in the end.
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Mmmhmmm. I see that. 😀
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Haha. I bet. 🙂
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I’m with the Professor.
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Lines 5 and 6 register with me so deeply, they stir me within.
Thank You, Audrey.
Big Hugs
jf
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They create a terrible sadness for me, jf.
Thanks for sitting here with me. ♡ Hugs, always.
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Ooo, this is an interest. But why goodbye? That’s the professor’s question.
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Goodbye is the only thing that makes sense, I guess. In the end. I mean she will never truly be the right fit, I suppose.
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Oh, Audith…I’m sure she fits perfectly and just doesn’t know it, you know?
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*kicks dirt* Just a poem, Duke.
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*laughing* I know… *kicks the dirt too*
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More than a poem, yet a poem just the same… *kicks some dirt on your shoes*
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I knew it! See, I know all things. *kicks some on Audith’s*
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*laughs a little* Nobody likes a know it all… how do you know everything? *takes your pipe*
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I just say I do, I suppose… My pipe?! Give it here!
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I don’t believe you. *blows bubbles from it*
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Aww…
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Sometimes I have to remind myself.
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I have to remind myself sometimes.
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