Sunday, April 24, 2011

crimson mistake

watch the motions in the mirror
glances over a shoulder and eyes half open
where has she gone?
the necklace that she wears
a reminder everyday of the burden she bears

was it just a crimson mistake from the beginning
hands empty from the thieves that steal
voices hoarse and a tearstained face
the road from then to here
and still  no closer no further than she was

oh so many evenings ago

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