Friday, April 11, 2014

Waves of Art, of Grief



I've lost more than a few
of the nevers I folded
around her heaven. 
It's never my fault
but never a choice
and every bit of hurt
becomes glimpses that burn
and I fall asleep with wishes
against stars, I could 
damn near touch,
to leave this world dark
so I don't have to see
us beyond
this lack of grace. 

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