Thursday, October 9, 2014


The sorrow of you
set in like an old friend
an old woman
hanging on her bones
An art
written on brittle, yellowing pages
The woven words loosened
like a falling tooth
as the tongue pushes on it
tasting its blood

Sorrow is like that
petals freshly fallen on the ground
finished things
completing the colossal task
of bud

Words uttered
and silent
from lingering lips
the forgotten weight of a leg
page turned

the memory wrapped me up
like a fish feeling the weight of its scales
for the very first time

not seeing again
your eyes when they break
into laughter

Sorrow is like that

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