Saturday, November 24, 2012

Eight


Breaking in the absence of you
the warmth that folds us together
shatters into cold brittle aches

An ocean of dull throbbing
filling the space around these
piercing breaths of broken glass

Congested with static
and waves of fervency
resisting lucidity

Calm my brokenness
you are mine you say
no less far away

Sadness embraced
with the future
at our service

Unravel
these lives of
our making

Travel
the map
to me

Pace
the
halls

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