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Celebrating Imagination and the Wonderful, Wild Ride that is Life

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


secrets never die.

they live on
in the cracks between doors,
in the blue cup you always used,
in the you-shaped depression
of your favorite chair.

do guilt and regret
never leave,

inhabiting the gray space

before sleeping

and the otherwise soft breath

upon waking,

when perfect memory
like the texture of your face,
the chocolate of your voice,
and most cruelly
the sun-warmed rock of your hand

slip out of my mind

like clouds leave the sky

on the wind?

Evidence of a Life