Sunday, October 05, 2008

A Strange Goodbye

Even these tears
That you cried
Will be dry
When you get home.

Your cheeks
Will carry
A remembering
When you get home.

A heavy heart
With words unsaid
Carry to bed
When you get home.

I will carve
Your sharp name
Just the same
When I get home.

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