POEM
An unlikely definition
you had of love
was a slender
thread connecting this
to that. Edges
you left behind
refuse to turn around.
I've rearranged that
spot that used to
fit you like a glove.
This offhand
mention of you
in my mind makes
a dent in the dark.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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