Sunday, February 8, 2009

She Left Me

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 2.8.09

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