Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Missing you.

Miss me
like I'm already gone.
Like a funeral song
is playing.
Miss me
the way you'd miss a lover jilted
a table
tilted too far -
but just before it spills.
Miss me
after dark but yet
before dawn.
Miss me
until I'm really
truly gone.

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