Saturday, March 03, 2007

unraveling

i'd rather that old sun
go colder
leave me here, at last
lying in a shadow's shadow
thinking of the past

no more footsteps gone
uneven
no more whispers raw
and steeped
watching my daddy's clock

memories are sitting with me
we're making gossips
like before
laughing, while some ghostey fellas
catch my eye

pass the scents of lilacs
across this stony path
i have a story long untold
wrapped around my tongue
old and impatient

tripped up by these twisty
and awkward days
tripped up by a heart
with so few beats
waiting for the dead

i could sit forever
unraveling

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