Saturday, June 14, 2014

The birth of secrets

I watch you move
gradually farther
from my eyes.

Nothing prepares me for the winter of
words

or the silence of
empty days.

Nothing prepares me for the heartlessness
of closing words

or the roughness in your voice
the last time.

I watch you walk away.
In my throat, 
a collection of stories I trust no one else with.

2 comments:

  1. Brilliant. I feel this one in every pore.

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  2. you illuminate the close distance ~

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