Poems, 11: Fallen and 12: Remaning Traces

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 11: Fallen

She knows
She feels
No sounds needed
No words required
The loved one is not coming back

Fallen out there
Somewhere
In the rotten fields
A life cut short
The heart she cared for

A dead body
Filled up
With foolish memories
With impossible promisses
The one has left her for ever.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 12: Remaining traces

Empty bed
Lonely song
A trace remaining
In a heart of stone

Beyond her dream
No touches to feel
A trace remaining
In a memory to kill

Beyond her words
Tears grow old
A trace remaining
In nobody’s hold

Empty dream
Since the time she left
A trace remaining
From the day of her death.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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