Tuesday, November 19, 2013

After you fell asleep

A thought of you
halfway through
my third class.

he may be watching 
the sky from the library window,
the thought.

Later a poem
about a boy who will
never fade.

you left us all with things
we'd remind you for:
a night exploring the yard,

a secret recipe for a dish
we'd be unable to bake,
a conversation in the dark.

I said it to your face
right after you fell asleep:
I give no one else this heart.

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