retrospection
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It follows us, mockingly
Ever remembering
Persistent, a most ruinous companion
It’s funny, isn’t it?
Our past
And this little game we play
ask me again
why the wounds
hold me here
like clots
& bruises
of another
ruined sky
with its
sharp edges
& its palette
of blackbirds
its long reach
January 24, 2010 at 12:24am
Maybe I will come back in May
Hopefully I will know where to stay...
