Monday, March 21, 2011


I ache, a little.
Small hands caress the pain,
kneading and nourishing.
A sadness washes over me.
Legends in the sand, erased by a careless moon tide.
A frantic attempt to own the elusive.
Craving one unaltered truth.
Choking with relief, I watch you,
fall in love without me.

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