you always had a way
with naming things....
abstract emotions found
a quiet shelter with you only...
where as i struggled through the
days and nights
writhing and shuffling in dark
corridors
trying to give them
a name and a place....
remember you told me
once
it is bloody
and not bloddy, fool..
how tricky relationships are
we miss the sight of the closest
the intemperate quick breaths
never
allowed the wisdom of the detatchement..
i
where are you..
the heart longs for you once more.
-atp
22.03.2009.
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