Friday, January 23, 2009

"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:

Donne January 23, 2009 at 6:23 PM  

Oooh.

...

...nice writing too.

Holly January 24, 2009 at 12:18 AM  

The fourth stanza: breathtaking.

Anonymous,  January 24, 2009 at 7:14 PM  

Really really good!

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