Sunday, August 4, 2013

You And I


Time nails the dust 
of rusting sighs to the wall. 

They fall 
in disappointed fits 
to sharred, fragmented bits 
of expectancy. 

Remembrance skips 
a record broken 
to sharred, fragmented bits. 

They fall like a rusting sighs; 
in disappointed fits.
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