Monday, October 26, 2009

This is Not to Say

It is possible that
should I live to be 100- or more-
snowstorms will always be
walking backwards, buttoned breathless,
to the store
hoping for one more day, or hour
or minute of impassable roads.

This is not to say I miss you.
Forgive me,
sometimes I just need to remember
once there was
something warm, like love.

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