Wednesday, September 22, 2010


I touch your pillow
Each wrinkled sheet
The secret places
We used to meet
I watched you breathing
And touched your hair
Your scent still lingers
And strips me bare…
…I close the windows
I stay indoors
Avoiding strangers
With eyes like yours
I hide from daylight
From the morning’s glare
What good is daylight
When you’re not there…



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