Saturday, April 10, 2010

poem

6 months pass
regressed thoughts
and images of your face
its like keeping light out
when it is day
it leaks in behind closed blinds
ran to a new place
now 2 feet away your still kept alive
haunting
does fate remind me?
and my pride diminshed
you erased me
like pencils erasing lines.

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