Standing here, shrouded in cloud,
Warmth surrounding, ever the clown,
I wonder if, like the stones in a river,
Given enough of this time, this life-
I stand, dripping wet, looking down at the drain,
A bottomless pit, into which I sang,
Songs for you, so many flowers, so much love,
To blanket the grave of all that once was.
-Might strip the skin from my flesh, the flesh from my bones,
The bones from themselves, until nothing could know,
I had ever been, could have shared
A mountain of love.
I wonder, if I stood here long enough,
Might I be undone, washed away,
Like the stones in a river,
The dust on our grave.
Author notes
was standing in the shower looking down at the water running across one of my arms and got melancholic...girlfriend broke up with me today.
meh.
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