because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

saturated

On gray days like this
i feel my words, wasted,
poured out unceremoniously
into monotoned ears.
The hours last for weeks,
ridged skin bridging
space to fill a vacuum
for an instant then
leaving, a hollow on the side of the bed
where your body should be.
Even though it’s December each
second is not quite
frozen, slow pulse ticking
inside my soul as it drips
crying through uncupped hands
onto earth that has already seen too much
rain.

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2 responses

  1. “Even though it’s December each
    second is not quite
    frozen”

    beautiful

    December 19, 2008 at 5:14 pm

  2. Bindo

    Another beauty
    Sincere thanks

    Bindo

    December 19, 2008 at 9:09 pm

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