We sang the same song.
City streets fell silent.
You held my guitar pick.
I held my breath.
You showed me how to breathe.
I inhaled your words.
Your worn heart on your sleeve.
My stone on your shirt.
We lived in the rain.
The world fell asleep.
Puddles left with rivers.
Washed away our misery.
With each and every drop.
Your soul I could feel.
I strummed your epitaph.
You died in my sleep...
Saturday, September 16, 2006
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