Saturday, September 24, 2011

poem: In The Small

in the small
of my back
is a pain
where I slept
too long
because
I fell asleep
thinking
of you
next to me
my head
over your
heartbeat
your hand
on my cheek
drifting
away
from the
everyday
impossibilities
and the pain
of old houses
and the songs
once sang
faded away
under closed
eyes
and holding
you close
and being
held
by you,
too.

I slept
too well
not wanting
to
wake up
without
you. 

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