after the sun goes down is when i fit in lifetimes of thinking about you
you keep finding new places to hide
while i close my eyes and remember that icicle that was dangling
recklessly from the porch overhang that one morning,
your frosted breath grasping at its stoic impenetrability.
perhaps you weren’t even present then but it’s become my thing these days,
painting you into every picture.

April 23rd, 2005 | Comments Off on

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