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Tracking Time-Three Student Poems

Three poems by student Reverie Meadows


I stopped wishing on  

Double eleven because 

You never came back. 


No longer will I chase 

the ghost of someone I love(d). 

Are My Secrets Being Taken to Your Grave?

Four years’ worth of notes. 

Written by you and to me. 

All were crumbled at  

the bottom of a  

tomb. I can’t discern  

if each year was an  

entire graveyard,  

or merely a line on a  

headstone. Heartbreaking. 

(Are My Secrets Being Taken to Your Grave?) 

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