Tuesday, July 24, 2012

You had the grace to carve me from your side
A rib astray in a place where the bones are not the same
All silver-aged, rough, and cold with moss.
For a tick of time I felt I could catch the beat of your life
 Like it was before, rich and warm with you.
But I finally know what I'd give up to gain what you've lost.

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