for all of you
when everything dusty
inside threatens to blow two thousand
miles away
before you see it go and
settle into the sea
don’t be
don’t be a stranger
when you check the box
that says,
“remember me,”
and breathe a full pause in
and out
and doubt
: don’t
and when you
are jazzy and blue
and i am blushingly
secretly red,
know that i don’t
disbelieve
anything you've ever said
i just don’t think you can finish
so soon
so don’t
because you,
you,
and i
none of us would ever
really lie
Sunday, October 26, 2008
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4 comments:
you
are a saint.
the first half of this made me like explode
this made me smile and miss you. we should hug more.
holy mother of god, i just looked up what a sestina is. and jesus, i hope we never have to write any of those.
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