Sunday, November 07, 2010


we walked this
frozen soil when
the sun would
burn it red

I thought you'd be
married now and maybe
I'd be dead

you're still free
and I'm still me
unbroken in this bed

breathing hard and
heaving from
the hungers that
we've fed

1 comment:

Mac said...

Goddamn, kid. That gets you right in the gut. I don't know if I got enough booze here to read this without tearing up.