Thursday, September 5, 2013

Going, Going, Gone

You're circling south and I'm running north
Always in different directions
You and I
Always missing each other
Yet you bruise me 
Either way
You bruise me

You're walking away and I'm standing still
Watching the back of your head
Like a red flag
X marks the spot
The destination on a map

I can't help standing in the rain
Watching you walk away
While I stand in your shadows
Your cast of darkness

Ripping off the sweaters you've piled on me
To keep me warm
In the street
Pulling shards of fabric history off my skin
Unzipping and tearing you from my body

RVee

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