She left me
It was late spring
Maybe early summer
Shift of calendar or climate
Thought we'd make it
Stay together
Not be like those others
I'd see her
Eyes dark cold
Or vacant, lost
Death had visited
More than one died
Words - halting, angry or none
Long stretches
Empty, lonely, afraid
Now was an ache, a worry
Panic turned stomach acid
Sleep was an escape, if it came
Could this be, be our end?
The future was a terror
The evil of something worse than this
This living nothing
Bellinghamherald.com 2.8.09
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