Sunday, September 4, 2016


that song - listen to it
Even though each note takes your heart
many octaves lower
until it is lying on the floor
with the deepest bass

That walk - take it
even though
the dirt road has
written on it - only his name.
That stone bench
where he once sat
waiting for you
Sit there.

Take a pebble and throw it
into the stream
Now watch his face
break  into a million
of rippling water.

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