Thursday, March 27, 2008

Between Walls

Gently running my hands
along fabrics that never spoke
of the love and happiness shared
between the walls of every room
and against some under the moon
I drop to my knees. I weep and shake
cradling the very heartache
that borders each memory
of a time and place
no longer the same
because you aren't here with me
and you will never be

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