late at night or in the earliest morning
i rest my head to the walls that hide your bones
i try to sleep 
but your ghost's breath wraps around my neck
as you lay beside her inside the deepest sleep 
my mind never leaves 
never at ease 
though i will bury your silent heart one more time 
a hungry dog will dig you up to smother your bright white cold body in sunlight 
and you will lay there beside her with your heavy arms forever by your sides
so this and so
in the wake of this
to be a part but apart, 
to live a life long left, 
to speak for something since passed 
beside all of my godlessness, i pray to hear your heart beat one more time
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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