My blue cap’s
Gone grayer
Hung alone
By its nail.
Seven weeks
Have passed by,
I dare not
Stretch my hand,
Pick it up,
Slice the air.
I wore it
Under clear
Brighter skies
And some smile
Flickered wide
In your eyes.
That instance
Is long gone,
Images
Blurred further
By callous
Passing days,
Memory
That has aged
Where it is
Crucified.
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