Monday, March 09, 2015

September 20th, 2013, 3:46am PST

I cried
From the stoop
Outside, the harvest moon 
had fallen into fall and
it smelled like winter
And each lover
sat beside me
Fresh like the weather
an olfactory reminder 
Of each year 
These walls 
hold silent 
their ears
Keeping secrets 
beyond their means....

 

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