Jacob Lawrence, Time (1955)

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April 13, 2005:

Old blanket. Yellow: disrespected. Gift from a clueless parent. Yet when you find it in the closet, tears flow. It's part of your life, your identity. It smells like you. You know its touch against your sleeping face.

So much is lost. Lost and gone.

You needed that time. To become whole again. Yet god o god o god. So long. So much time gone. So many people.

Where are they now? With their families, not with you. You left them by choice.

You and your brown eyes
forever...
I see your color in
the wood of my guitar.

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