The paper was a muddy blend
of brick colours
and maroon,
but with enough brown
for one not to be completely drawn in
by just appearance.
In the top right corner
in curvy black letters,
it said
"Living well is the best revenge."
I stared at it,
but I still wasn't able
to understand.

I don't believe you.
Your lungs are being weighed down
by nicotine, of course,
but by all your insecurities.
Please, come back to me.
Please, don't go.

I hate watching it all fall apart.

I don't know when she's coming back.
She's the main thing
floating around
in all our fucked up minds.
Unfortunately
just a hug
and sparkling red and silver fingers
grasping hers
will not make her return.
"I love her dearly,"
I'd say as my eyes and heart
started to overflow.
We all have no right to complain.
Well, except for the Sun's Gypsy,
who lost her mother
just the same.
I don't think she's ever coming back.

11/28/2005

Posted on 11/29/2005
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