Jason Cline

Down by the river there's a place I often go
when I've had enough and I need to clear my head,
when I need my space and I need to be alone.
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The covered bridge above a stream
in hues of weathered colour cream,
who's planks once bowed from wheel and hoof -
her carriages now seem aloof,
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She didn't have the time, or the piece of mind
to know a good thing when she saw it coming down the line.
What else could I do? It was hers to choose -
I'd given my all and I got nothin' left to lose.
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Look up to the horizon
the moon is rising fast
through silhouettes and shadows
the hills and trees have cast.
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In the silent of night
the only sound that I hear
is your voice in my head
as if you were here.
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Those true blue eyes
as cool as ice they freeze my poor heart
yet warm as skies whem stormclouds part
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My best days are behind me.
Don't look cause you won't find me
any place you could before.
I'm balled up in the corner;
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Where are you now?
When will you be back in town?
Who are you seeing?
What are you up to?
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Upon inspection: imperfection,
there's deception, misdirection.
On recollection of this section
there's a fake in the collection.
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Forty-five miles.
Forty-five miles.
Forty-five miles and nothing to show.
For forty-five miles I've been killing my time
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Long sleeve tee and sweatpants
Fetal position curled
Double pillowed under head
Under comforter my world
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She is a river.
With grace and fluidity she moves
And bathes me in her presence.
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Empty like a glass
Empty like a jar
Empty like a gas tank
Driven way too far
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I took the box I hid away
And opened it for you
And in a vase went one by one
My memories held true
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