Request

When I am dead and gone

please let our history be.

I never meant to hurt you.

Of that I promise.  Can’t you see?

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Please do not tarnish what we had

with memories dark as night

of things I can’t recall I did

before my soul took flight.

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Please let the good that is now

be the beauty that remains.

When I have left your side

let my memory not cause you pain.

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And so let us enjoy this time

while we are here as one

before night settles in

and my soul leaves to meet the sun.

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Memories Made

When the mind can no longer sustain

memories made

we cobble together history

from the scraps

heaped in piles

and tucked into basement corners.

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My heart breaks

knowing that I will forget you

as you are now.

So I build a fortress

of things

to shield us

from time’s relentless bombardment. 

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And as my memory disappears into dust

the rubble that remains

still contains

pieces of the history of us.

Dance Us Away

Yes, yes.

That’s the song.

Fix me a drink, love,

and let’s dance

like we did

in the vecchia’s apartment

when it was all

Paolo Conte

and wonderful

and awful;

limes

and vodka;

when New York grew

too small

and the world

there

and scary.

Come, love.

I can’t breathe.

Dance us away.

That’s it.

It’s wonderful.

Yes, yes, yes.

I still dream of you.

Into January

Into January

By: Heather Nanni

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The landscape so barren and dry

Stark contrast to the light inside

Both are dead worlds where we reside

All wrung out of tears left to cry

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Silent streets echo silent night

Peering through glass opaque with frost

Hoping to find that which is lost

Seeking what is beyond our sight

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Whisper, whisper, whisper a prayer

To lift the stone atop your chest

So it can heave and you can rest

To peacefully breathe new year’s air

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Go out, listen as the breeze sings

Watch delicate flakes softly fall

From heaven they come gentle, small

To rid the ache the season brings