i will still want you
long after the last rose
lays its last petal down,
when blood red is withered brown,
upon autumn's bosom.
my songs still spin for you,
around a world gone mute
and numbed from all the deaths
and what numbered breaths
that preludes this winter.
my eyes will always know you,
even after the exodus of light,
even when my eyes would only know
tethered memories, failing shadows,
sinking into the middle of me.
2007.jan.04
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