Sunday, April 10, 2011

DAy 632: back yard

When you left
the edges of my body sunk into themselves
there was a hole i remember
you digging
i couldnt find
like you
it s gone
and i was trying my hardest
not to be left behind
not to be forgotten
not to be angry
that you
could bring yourself to sever these roots
after everything i did to cradle and catch you
from the first and last time you tried to fly
i was there
folding out blankets of myself
letting you dig into me
your own grave

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