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Friday, November 25, 2011

standstill

.
your jaw drops in surprise
while mine spills
   and over and over
to voice this heart
that speaks so loudly
I can't hear myself think.

silence empties the hole that
holds these questions: 






someone walks away;
someone stands still

I scream, Wait! not yet
not now there's more
but only the ghost of you
is there, the door ajar
and hope now a luxury,
alone I sit you sit
waiting for a miracle

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