Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Little Death And The Return



There was more authored
In that silent breath
Held suspended for a short moment
Before escaping
Returning
Even stronger
To the atmosphere
Within your bedroom
Than most novels
Written
Or that I have ever cared to read.

Our eyes locked
Unfettered
As time passed
On it’s own
And you hung on
And returned
To this present life.

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