Friday, September 24, 2010

Write

write me a poem
that will make me
sad
write of how
our love flowers
never blossomed

the scent never
floated

the pollen never
touched

-write
to make me cry

with words
of truths

just write
once more

"my vacant lover
oh how I do adore..."

the setting sun
and evening drinks
stare
at each other
in awe
for as long
as they could

until
they could meet
again

until
their wish
turned to truth


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