Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Lifetimes

She surrounds herself
with freshly cut flowers
But spends most nights
awake for hours
rearranging their stems
to her dissatisfaction
She dreams of
writing beside a lake
near her modest home
and dearest love
but fears it will take
lifetimes she doesn't have
lifetimes she hasn't lived
never to find out
it could have been with him

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