old loves like gravestones
dates
names
dried flowers;
things that might have been.
Could I have traveled with him
to Fiji?
Perhaps it could have been me
and not her that held your child.
Do you lie awake at night
and miss me too?
Are you still angle faced
and bleeding heart searching?
Do you still dig fingers into flesh
hoping it will cure you?
What year was that when I lay
tear stained face in your arms?
Did you know I didnt cry when
you walked out the door?
All these things
these things that might have
but never were.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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