Sunday, September 23, 2007

another post/poem about death

your icy feet drained my warmth away
and yet somehow i mistook the blood
pumping from your cold heart
as love
as caring
as compassion
as something meaningful
and now you are dead, suddenly and unexpected
but there was no funeral
no casket
no burial
no eulogy
just glimpses of your ghost
your cold heart
and memories of your icy feet draining my life away

2 comments:

  1. the Anonymous that you hate9/24/2007 3:31 PM

    What color is the sky in your world, Loyd?

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