Strange negation, like removing the first and last syllables from every word
I’ve ever known
Crinkle around eyes and one single tear tracing new course over cheek
One year too many, one eternity now frozen and sliding into the abyss
I can’t go, and you must
Where does this leave us?
Crossroads or abandoned mill along the county line?
Know you and love you still, can’t let the blond hair slip through my fingers again
I am left as a quivering thing, no bone or muscle to resist
this sudden implosion of fate, or god,
the end of my universe
© JR Maston 2007
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