Tuesday, November 6, 2007

October 30th, 2007

The yellow glint
inside her eyes
he craves it

coat hangs on a chair
he isn’t there

memories here
all alone
dripping with woe

it feels so right

he craves my colors
red, orange, swirling thought
can’t let him taste me

wandering alone under
there is no such thing
as a memory here now

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