5.12.08

A very small box

It's the small talk

And I looked at her

That gets you through.

And she looked at me

Those familiar unfamiliarities

And I smiled at her

That say nothing

And she almost smiled at me


Because nothing can be said

And I held her in my arms

That the moment hasn't already said.

And I held her

These are the moments we remember.

And I held

They remain etched

And I held

In our hearts,

And I

Scratching

And I

At our souls.

And

One day they will not hurt.

And

One day

And



And



8 comments:

An Unreliable Witness said...

Speechless.

Ani Smith said...

I feel the urge to bear hug a big dog and a small redhead.

Cheerful One said...
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thehappymisfit said...

gorgeous.

.Gash said...

Oh, wow! This kind of blindsided me just when I needed it.

Cheerful One said...

x

Tracy said...

Ooooh....very nice.

jem said...

Beautiful, I found myself holding my breath towards the end - it's a danger for me with good writing!