Monday, November 23, 2009


Bring back the day
I found you
Wrapped in my own smile
The sheets nothing but cloth
The words cut from light and love
None of these sickly, sweet sentiments
None of those
I told you so’s
That crunch like broken teeth under my feet
Bring back the day
I loved you
Through the rock of my heart
That splintered like glass
At the hope of your touch
At the frailty of your mouth
Pressed to the open wound of my own
Whispering without word
To the heart of my bone.

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