Sunday, March 18, 2007

Apology

I jumped on
your mother's grave-
I could not sleep
or be forgave,
despite the time;
Its passing thrill,
I could not find
your body, still.
I was no good
when you came by
Then, you were young
and still alive
and I was cold
and you were spring
and now I'm old
and you, nothing.

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