Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Untitled: Something I Don't Remember Writing

In the kitchen they saw us kissing,
Our hair whirled ‘round our heads,
Like the wind was mingling with us,
And mixing our souls as we touched.

I laughed and you smiled at nothing.
I noted how often you spoke.
I missed your hands being around me.
I missed our hearts both beating broke. 

A nod of the head in your direction.
A frown smiling back at me still.
I mourn our times never aligned.
I burn for you and always will. 

[January 15, 2012]

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