Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Truth

I still think of you.
Your voice is in the air.
Spring is your song.
I sing alone.
I sing along.
Photo's tell me stories
you're getting by
tying knots on your blouse
not for me.
I miss the dogs and the cats
the way you looked at me sometimes.
I'm not miserable but,
I could be.
I'm not understandable but,
I can understand.
I'm not honest at times but,
I can be.
Sometimes
more than dying
life can scare you
to death.

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