Friday, September 16, 2011

for you, death was just a part of life
it surrounded you, but never became you.
you wouldn't let it.

I saw the turmoil welling up in your eyes
as you gazed at my own, closed,
at the funeral in march
and my tears dropped
from the sanctum of the damned
to your fingers in the living.

Death was always within me
but it would never touch you

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