Wednesday, June 20, 2012

57.

It stings so much to see you
(walking, putting
 one foot in place of the next,
 each step further
 from where I wait
 for you).

We do not
talk
about these things, but
I know you read
the words I place
on paper.

So let me tell you
here, if
nowhere
else:

I will love you
until I die.

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