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burying ghosts
Posted by poeticnook
on
10/13/2003 02:32:00 AM
in
poetic license
just one of those nights when a
good night becomes a goodbye and
everything ends too soon
one after another, like glass
reminded of its fragile corners.
only 3am and half said words
invites this much space between us.
dreams take on the feel of old age,
captured moments bleed away,
between us - the long silence..
keep the stains of reality floating,
yesterday is always too late,.
even now, even after all this time.
10.13.2003.5.32.p.m.
good night becomes a goodbye and
everything ends too soon
one after another, like glass
reminded of its fragile corners.
only 3am and half said words
invites this much space between us.
dreams take on the feel of old age,
captured moments bleed away,
between us - the long silence..
keep the stains of reality floating,
yesterday is always too late,.
even now, even after all this time.
10.13.2003.5.32.p.m.
