Posted by Atticus on December 14, 2005, at 14:25:19
Wafting snow felt like mourning,
Like an angel’s perfect tears,
Brittle frosted pavement
Cracked by grief over the years
Formed new canyons and scars,
An asphalt sculpture of fears
Etched on its tarry canvas
With jackboot treads and jeers,
And the same’s true of my face,
Not as strong as it appears,
Frozen flakes never soothe,
Instead they merely sear
Fresh imprints on my mind,
Remind me when you were here,
And we strutted hand in hand,
And the path ahead seemed clear,
But it’s been ten thousand steps
Since the last time you were near,
And summer’s leaves are long gone,
The tree branches are all clear
Of fleshy, supple, green youth,
And now I am but a mere
Walking tangle of brambles
Left bereft, bled dry, so sere.
poster:Atticus
thread:589046
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