Friday, March 5, 2010


Time fades
As sorrow grays the sky
I release an ache
And you touch my sleeve
Like love lost does
Your gravity angles our
Worlds correct
I collected some of
Your light
That night you
Vanished down
The cold, damp street
My temperate words
Moving in your
Troubled cup
You turned away
Your back burned
Into my chest
I prayed you would
Drink them all
Now I wish – just a sip
My void is in your voice
She sees your game
-You lose
And I am not
So sorry.

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poem copyrighted by me

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