The Last Vestige of Me
by 
John G.Hall
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Posted: Monday, September 5, 2005 Word Count: 61 Summary: unto death do us part & beyond...... Related Works: Adrift of love • |
The Last Vestige of Us
I misplaced the days ,
she sectioned the frontal lobe.
Somewhere the memory
of summer with Theresa
oozed from the watery incision,
the minds fruit divided up
between first year students.
The architecture of thought
softly ruined by their touch.
I misplaced the days,
they found the archaeology
of our love in a Petri dish.
John G.Hall(C)2005
I misplaced the days ,
she sectioned the frontal lobe.
Somewhere the memory
of summer with Theresa
oozed from the watery incision,
the minds fruit divided up
between first year students.
The architecture of thought
softly ruined by their touch.
I misplaced the days,
they found the archaeology
of our love in a Petri dish.
John G.Hall(C)2005