a memory
of boxed red wine
Curry
and those cookies
heavy with Ginger and Molasses
of hours
spent talking
in your car
or
In stillness
sitting
quiet
Silent
Except for the
Delicate sound
Of your slow
Measured
breathing
beautiful
but still I have
no memory of you
Not like it was
there is no
like it was
Matt Hansen September 2009
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2 comments:
I like this one... of course, I usually like your poetry. :0)
Thanx
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