Saturday, July 05, 2008

For A Friend

For a friend who I held weeping in my arms,
Because a heart feels awful in slivers on the bathroom floor,
Because heartache can't be ameliorated by logic,
Because sense don't come to visit when sense don't make sense,
Because empty nighttime is scary,
Because daytime's sun is sharp,
Because she is not ready to believe that she is her world,
Not he.

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