i saw your face through the glass window,
the frame hung just slightly too well,
the perfections were immaculate,
the imperfections were gods.
i couldnt feel you through this pane.
i could see you, i reached out
hit the wall, closed my eyes
broke my hand through, i had to love you.

and that's one for you.

bandaged, i was still bruised beyond the illusion
i was on the mend; i couldnt stand to face demons,
they were wearing suits of armor and defeat to them
was implausible as a bomb dropped on
personal hiroshimas.
i saw you, walking past. dreaming,
i saw you walking past,
i saw you running fast.
one more perception, crashed through glass,
and another bandage for me.

and that's two, for you.

broken, fragmented bits of my loss
carried home in my bag, hidden under the poetry
the notebooks dedicated for your need,
the notebooks dedicated to stop the drain.
i couldnt see these nights. it's cold,
the rain pounds through the unrelentless
massacre of rainbows.
and the rain, it drains and mixes with
blood with
tears with
words meant for you-

three scars adorn my arm tonight.
one for you.
another for another.
and the third, so deep
it could only be mine.

09/18/2003

Posted on 09/18/2003
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