By Marshall Hann
Submitted by blessed23
Date: 2005 Nov 10
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Convalescence in Repair

Under the morning dew
and above the empty attic
I have hidden
pieces of you
in safes and ideas
(kept locked safely away
from my mind
in these monotonous days)

I allowed you
into my soul
and you moved and shifted
the foundations and lights
creating confusion
in a constant state
(Chaos yawns,
and stretches its wings)
you dragged pieces of me behind you
when you walked away
while the morning picked itself up
off its knees
and whispered words of worry
in my ear
(I am incomplete now;
just a faded photograph
of who I once was)