By darwin
Date: 2003 Apr 08
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memory stolen

there is just a memory
a memory of a discarded piece of clothing
your button down pin-stripe
blanketing my wooden floor

your smile is a specter
haunting the pearl grey mornings
perhaps you live in the grains
of sand beneath the painted walls

i watched a glass fall
in the dawn as you left
the shards of glass piercing
my skin as you, bloody and cold

there is a memory of silence
of peace that is yet to come
for you are a thief who came in
the night, and stole what wasn't his