Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Ma vingt-huit, encore.

It falls so gently, heavy and deep.
It pangs me to think of this time.


Down.

Down.

Down.

I wanted you to hold me gently down,

Keeping it all away from me.
But you held me up,

Showing me the bravery in having courage.

So instead I looked up,

Up,

Up,

Up,
To watch more come to me,
Like a magnetic force,

Like white dabs on a bla
ck canvas.

Hopeful, I trudge on in the mounds of winter.

Your youth gave my age reason to believe itself.

Our memories are just that, memories.



listening to: Roslyn - Bon Iver & St. Vincent

photo cred.

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