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Feb 28, 2007

Four in the Evening

I sit alone
my limbs too weak to move.
hours pass yet
my breath does not leave me.
my heart does not betray me.
my eyes open yet nothing seen.
sounds of the day threaten the silence,
and although I try,
my mind cannot
erase the memories the years have painted
within these walls.
I long to share your silence,
for history to be none.
then I would not feel,
I would not know
the pain of losing you.
January 2004

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