Friday, August 27, 2010

So long





I tumble into the misty miffs
cajoling blurred words out,
into the foggy silence.

stumbling amid the distance
which separates us,
isolated, on a stony island.

numbing pain as I brush my fingers
across your palm,
and you still win... your frustrating silence!

witness the love still pining for you
hold on and trust your heart
I am no stranger to what bothers you
I implore.. and then, depart.



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