Too much space
And too many hours in
Every day filled with the
Noise of loneliness and loss
And the silence of hurt
I am stuck inside
Of a third world
A world of dried flowers
And uncooked meals
And unworn clothes
In between
your last Kiss
and
your last Breath.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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