Icanfitinthissmallspace,
tolaynexttoyouagain
onlyforamoment,likeweusedtodo
oncoldwinternights,whenIlistened
toslowevenbreathsofsleepasIheld
yourhandanddreamedofforever.
Nowyoulaysilent,dressed
inasuityoupickedoutfortheoccassion,
whileIwearasimpledressofmourning
thatisgettingwrinklednexttoyou.
Whereyouare,Idon'tknow-onlyyourshell
keepsmecompanyhere. Goodbye my love,
I must go,they are coming to close the lid.

04/17/2002

Posted on 04/17/2002
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