Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Day 607:

i've been wondering where the sun goes when your gone
how the world holds itself together
when the gravity of your breath is distant
and weak
how do we pretend to be so strong
when you are gone and
no where to be seen
past the horizon
folding yourself into memory
the things i've learned to carry with me
even when youare gone
even when you are too far away to remember your touch

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