Tuesday, September 23, 2008


that pilling sweater?
those brown cords?
that book?
those shoes?
that smile?
those eyes?
the scar that your laughter seared?
the walks on the moonlit beach?
the trek to the mountain top?
those lazy afternoons?
and the stormy nights?
that embrace?
the love?
and that lust?
the want?
and the need?

I have none of those, left
to remember you by.

this is all there is,
this empty place.

these meaningless words, and
the mangled silence.

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