Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Empty Blue Chair

Eyes smiling hours before
downcast again
Weighted sighs fall past
the cracking crystal floor

Heart caught in between
after and before --now
Like a twisted spleen
in the hinge of a door
that won't open or close
Give less to give more?

A diligent pain
you can't pray to ignore
And still?
Eyes brimming
growing a chilled, cold stare
Rest their blurry vision
upon an empty blue chair

Hand moving softly
back pressed against your door
Tracing asymmetrical circles
over the reappearing scar
from the love I once bore

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