Thursday, April 14, 2011

You
Leave larger footprints
Than any feet ever could
In the sifting sands beneath me
Where the carpet once stood
You
Spiderweb cracks that race
And bite and wrap me up
In threads of silk drawn tight
Threatening every breath
You
Haunting like a ghost that never died
Or who died so dusty long ago
That every face is yours, and isn't
But might be if I just turned around quicker
Next time.

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