Sunday, February 05, 2006

good bye


in a wisp of smoke, with a wisp of hair

between two fingers clinging

to our shared smiles, our shared skin on sheets

holding to your kiss singing.

in a finger's snap, reality snaps me,

and I lose the angel song,

the tears quickly dry, they tear the good bye,

you can't disappear for long.

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