Cold
as the ice cream
that i ate
outside my Grandmother's
house as a child.
I feel
D-I-S-T-A-N-T
the sliding fall of night
bathes me in
regret for
NEVER
giving you the
chance
you deserved.
Nose stuck high,
I
lathered my hands
in Fear
allowing you
to
S
L
I
P
through
my fingers
into
the arms
of
ANOTHER.
and here i am,
flagging down the
ice cream truck,
ALONE.

05/05/2009

Posted on 05/05/2009
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