Wednesday, August 15, 2012

You mention it again
The name, and other specifics
I don't quite know
What to say
I never have known
Our hands lay entwined
Far removed from us
You tell me of things,
 Mostly fears
 Something about me,
 About the way my face arranges itself
How do I explain?
The silence drops
Fall on the ground.
I don't pick it up.
I say I have to go.

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