Oct.25 2007 12: 42 Am Pacific Standard Time

i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath

the razorwire net i lived aboveknowing the fall would occur
wasn't there to ease or to soften

the stale old retreaded laughs
i cling to
seem to have run their course
their novelty and the simplistic charm
is now wearing thin

your hand always was
a soft touch in the wind
never a cement stone sharing the same glove

these lines are not rehearsed

they're not notes taken in class

words scribbled over pink streaks
from the god-side of the pencil

these are words from a low hung
short slice
yet
slow bleeding being

when read they might not make sense
but
if you had a friend
who died a mid-twenties death
drowned by a 'weighty paper'

you probably still wouldn't get it

so
for her...

i embrace your death
with a mourning sighing of breath

kiss