Paul Josef

Sprinkles - Poem by Paul Josef

Your dust settles onto my memory.
The irritating grains draw a tear from my eye.
When I try to shake away recollection, my heart cries:

Sandman, you've broken me,
you've also left your mark,
in the crevices of nostalgia, where you dusted me, alone, in the dark;
you didn't sail through any window, or even creep inside like a mouse,
the front door was opened for you in my mother's house!

Please, someone else, kiss me and hold me tight...
No baby, the sandman is putting you to bed tonight.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 22, 2010

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