Monday, June 13, 2011

Ouch

Monday night
no sense of you
all alone, without
separated
love washed clean
hands no longer stained
no blood memories
fearfully distant
longer, softer
where are you now?
my soul aches
around the corner?
through the doorwar?
shadows lurking,
creeping,
always there
but I'm never there
without you.

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