a new roof

weedweed Posts: 475
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
everytime the wind
would blow
his hair would fall
into place ...
crawling
back and forth
hammer, nails

just getting
to touch his arms
and to see
his handsome face
is enough
to make me
go through
this hell
all over again ...
if I had to

time & pain

as my mouth
opened to speak
about

time & pain

I choked

on the

time & pain

that has yet
to be told
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