Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Half Lives

The half-eaten orange
The sheets left unmade
The lives we still need to sort
Amongst ourselves?
The forgotten car key
And so we had to walk
I tried to touch your hand and you moved away
Wonder when did the process begin?
Was it when I smiled?
Or was it when you cried?
After – all the loving
Or so it seemed
After all the enmeshed nights with the dreams we had
Crimson; pomegranate; citurs; pineapple; butterfly;
While you did not touch me
And quietly lay on your side
With the quilt on your head
And emptiness in my eyes…


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