Tuesday, December 1, 2009

my name? it doesn't matter.

i had a dream about you last night, and it felt
so real that when I awoke, I felt content
at last.
but, alas, i remembered it was only make believe.
i could have wept a waterfall that drowned
every city below me.

the wind set in
and made everything colder.
froze your heart, made my eyes lower.
took every shred of my torn up letter
and put the pieces back together, solely so you could
read it one more time.
instead, you burned my note and the wind carried its ashes
all the way to the sea.

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