Now That It Is Over Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Now That It Is Over

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It is over or is it?
Love is only a start
Never a finish
Hallways have your perfume
You hide but I know
I know you walk these corridors
Silence is a library
An old Victorian mansion
Jane Eyre on cold wooden floors
Did I hurt you?
No, You are already hurt
We are the cryptic novel
We are the terribly lonely

Every poet has a muse
We all are clay wanting touch
Where will your quill go next?
Now that it is over?

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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