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When I close my eyes I travel back,
My dreams and hopes made tangible.
Every glance, every unsaid word, tug
Deep into the well bored through
My chest. I gasp and reach
But you and I have made an art
of avoiding love.

© Amanda Makepeace

Written for NaPoWriMo 2012

Today got away from me and I’d like to develop this poem further, into at least two more stanzas. I’m going to write the next stanza tomorrow.