"Any port in the storm!"
was cried as the burning sunset
was swallowed by the sea.
You can't replace
these things like jewelry;
nickles and dimes
will never rewind time,
and they certainly won't bring back your smile.
We can only plaster over what's been defiled,
and pray that it won't crack,
and reveal some thing real.
When we finally see that we can't use,
"It's not you, it's me," as an excuse for
the lack of communication,
then maybe you'll understand
my permanent vacation.

10/12/2013

Posted on 10/12/2013
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