I’ll miss the climb,
But not the rope burns
Where I was harnessed to you
Belaying and delaying
The letting go
The letting you fall.
Deciduous branches,
Skeletons that once were trees,
Wear their winter and hold the sky,
Gasping and rasping
At my nerve
At my spring memory.
I’ll miss the tire swing,
But not the rope burns
Where you pushed too hard too fast
Playing and saying
You’re mine
You’re mine tonight.
Your games of chase
Swallowed you like whiskey,
Broke your umbrella, and left me
Storming and forming
My future,
My future without you.
“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.” –William Faulkner
“Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.” –Tennessee Williams
Arms looped round my knees,
Back against the wall.
Time inside of time
Moves slowly for me
As white light fixes
Upon my dark hour.
The world rushes
Into traffic jams,
Rubbernecking
At the sight of me
Crashed upon the wet earth
Beneath the graffiti
I slid down,
Beside the place
Where you do not sit
Next to me.
I look up and see
A broken wheel lies
In the mud at my feet
And I drop the card,
Watching it blow away.
I remember one glass
Waiting to be washed.
COMMENTS
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jahlovleyone
19:36 Mar 29 2008
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