Sunday 2/12/2006 11:48:00 PM

Come know me,
as nothing will;
Console me with
empty hands.

Dialogue forgets
us too quickly,
Words taper off
into solitude.

The moments I lack
are yours, shifting
sand in the shadow
of breaking waves;

This poison doesn't
kill me near enough,
I miss, I still miss
how well you did.


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