Monday, July 13, 2009


I dreamed of you last night
of the resolves that seem futile
and the mirrors that just dont lie
of castles that came crumbling down
and balloons popped unceremoniously in my face

I dreamed of you last night
your words cutting into me,
like the shards I've known before.
It was different this time.
I did not bow down.
The weight was lifted.
The penance served.
of all sad words of tongue and pen,
The saddest are these,
'It might have been'
But you were too blind to see
This time, my love,
you did not hold on.
This time around,
it wasn't me.

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