Tuesday, December 21, 2004

anytime of the day...night
near sleep or deep in a task
standing in any picture my eyes make
today I stared
as I heard what could have been
your cry
except I never heard it.
I guess I meant to say
I felt it.
This year I didn't get out your things.
I passed my hand over them.
knowing it all so completely I can
create it from my own head.
never before has such a weight existed
one that is held and lifted to my chest
I laid down
with the weight and rested
these last few days.
held you to myself.

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