Just as I begin to feel free from missing you-
Memory slips into my words
coating my fingertips in loneliness
for you.

I hate the way my writing feels-
rushing around beneath my skin.
a parasitic
mocking of the way life felt
under the small caresses of
your hands.

01/25/2004

Posted on 03/06/2004
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