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Sunday, November 14, 2010

He disappeared.
I
stood

waiting, wan ting, w i sh i n g,
yet still
he was gone

      and what was I to do
with all of these crumbs, orange
daisy dust spread about each corner of these
memories (mine, mined)
distorted and
impossible
to clean?

2 comments:

Oddyoddyo13 said...

I love the loneliness in this...the formatting was fantastic too. :)

Anthony Duce said...

So good… Exactly how it feels.