Thursday, February 18, 2010

Colored Remorse

she has
forgotten me
so soon
memories
we shared
in a single
afternoon
crumpled bed
of my thoughts
crushed flowers
all strewn
she wants
fresh light
she wont live
with me
she says
on the dark side
of the moon
me building
sand castles
on a sand dune
my pain my pathos
to which she is
genetically
immune
the older
the violin
broken wires
broken tune
waiting for her
in earnest
when she
rains on my soul
like ravenous
drops in monsoon

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