When the lights went down in the city,
I sat on the cold window ledge in my sweatpants
and tried to find the moon,
somewhere above, my neck stretching,
but all I could see was blackness.
And then I cried,
thinking of you all alone in your big dark house,
stretching your dark eyes to find the moon.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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tess,
i'm sorry i never have
specific comments...
but your poems paint such incredible images
and stories.
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