"January 23, 2009"
She died today
One year ago.
I remember.
I look back and
can't seem to find
Myself.
But there she is--
and there--
in the quiet scrape of clouds
against sky,
In the blood that stains roses
running down my legs.
In the strength that I never fully knew
til it was too late.
Things were different then.
4 Comments:
Oooh.
...
...nice writing too.
The fourth stanza: breathtaking.
Really really good!
Thank you, all! :)
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