Friday, August 14, 2009

was this all the last :

time i smell your skin
feel our toes move like urchins
sleep behind your slumber

was this the final:
head on your chest
arms around my body
warm puzzle completed

will i ever:
find you sleeping in my bed
read your heartfelt letter
hear a song thats meant for me

right now i wish:
love mended all our broken edges
sewed a patch over drafty holes
and brought us softly back
together

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