Sunday, December 6, 2009

who has not said "this too shall pass" and
"you'll be alright, so long as you believe that" but
it's the passing that kills us,
not what's being passed,
and there's the lasting effect
that nothing can outlast

if i could you would have
been sewn up, perfectly shut
with the needle and the thread
a repair
cross-stitched, a spare heart and a prayer
a closer match and a place to share ourselves
a safety latch and the strength to bear ourselves

dead coming
i can't resussitate you
mouth-to-mouth for months
still can't save you
want to build in the

blank but can't get a grip
the more i lean into it the more my body
then i'm
falling and
the ground
i stay there
inside you
until i rebound

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