In a world of many mistakes
I thought it would change.
Could we make it out?
Promises break so I need
To hear you say,
You will keep it now
Not some other day.
I long for our talks,
How you said my name.
The way you twist,
the way you rise and fall.
Your heart on a sleeve and face,
your strength through it all,
the way you are in lace.
When the curtain called the time
Will we both be home again?
It wasn’t hard to feel the signs,
the ease, your depth of femme
Till love’s death
Of peace of mind.
The Professor’s Convatorium © 2023 by Professor Taboo is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
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Very cool post.
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Thank you Arnold.
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Somber yet restful. Regretful yet confident. Gives me comfort although I don’t know what the future holds. Very nice piece Prof. And the foggy road is perfect.
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Thank you again Arnold. 🙏
Some very raw, honest background on this particular, out of the ordinary post for Professor Taboo. Read the following previous posts in order:
(1) https://professortaboo.com/2023/05/11/you-sound-fun-a-prologue/
(2) https://professortaboo.com/2023/06/06/the-professor-will-see-you-now/
(3) https://professortaboo.com/2023/07/08/they-say/
When finished, if you choose to read them because they’re seriously heartfelt and demonstrating my vulnerability about… well, you’ll figure it out.
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I do appreciate. I will when I get home.
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A very nice tribute. 💕
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Mmm, genuine thanks Nan. Her birthday is Oct. 27. We had big plans for her b-day party. Ugh. I can’t tell you in words how much I miss her, terribly. Nevertheless, thank you. 🖤🙏
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I know it’s a little late, but sorry for your loss.
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No CR, better late than never. TY very much. She is not only terribly missed by me, but literally EVERYONE she ever touched and got to know, and they her. ❤️
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😢 Words fail me, my friend.
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