and i look back
i can’t breathe
recalling us
together in
the past

this time
we can’t be
and even those
hello’s we can’t

such pain to
remember and
waking up
is hard

everytime and
i see you somewhere
and i see but
a part of us
that’s been there
and won’t be
here again

such pain to
dream and
waking up
is a disaster




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to disaster

  1. Profoundly sensitive and realistic.

  2. Painfull and realistic yes! It sounds like going in a circle of strangers ( Strangers, friends, love, disaster, stranger disaster)



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