November 25, 2010

i dreamed you
thin as a pine needle
lonely waking
coffee bubbles
in the kitchen.
i think,
you are never coming back.

but i dream
open and
my mind
throws you
up to the surface again
and there's nothing i can do about it,
not one fucking thing.
you built a house in here.

1 comment:

The Little City Sparrow said...

beautifully shredded by you