By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2005 Dec 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.12.14.06.09.30025]] |
The Discovery of a tear in my blanket reminds me of you as I use it to scavenge what little warmth can be found in my room The year has passed in the time it took for me to turn away and now I have nothing of any tangible value to offer to Decembers cold and demanding arms So now I wander from my house pacing the streets staring at pebbles on the ground: encasing a different memory into each random, smooth, jagged and chaotic stone leaving them to the mercy of the universe I have no sympathy for myself for the mistakes I've made (You are no longer here to smile when the evening arrives, to saturate me with desire, to mend my minds wounds, or stitch my blanket clumsily back together with mismatched thread and your ressurected innocence all because my eyes were shut with confusion in every moment i was near you) |