Friday, February 08, 2008

Novermber 13, 1990

Again, I was 19 years old.

Pieces of Ashes
He lives in dreams
A smokeless cloud
Pieces of ashes
That reality burned out
I inhale deeply of him
One good, long drag
I hold it in
As his eyes redden and sag
I flick away ashes
That congest my heart
Then I put it out
As our love departs

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