Wednesday, 28 January 2009

a black day

There is not a day
that goes by that I
don't think about you
and every time I walk
down a street
I look for you
Even though you are
in another world
It is painful and alluring
I am not getting out of
bed until my sheets are
black.  I look for you
but you can't be here
but just so you know 
I will wait on some street
corner and one day you
will be there.

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