Tuesday, April 18, 2006

collections

You carry a handsome debt
To be with her
To be the one that loves without loving.

I walked this mile with you
In my mind
I carried these hearts and stars with you
To be the one that was true and loved.

You were so sleek in yr dismissal
How your sex made death more real
You turned this murder
From a car crash into a cat walk.

And I miss her.