Monday, December 13, 2010


Every night, I wear your clothes and
dark in a dream, fade like a ghost
float room to room, barely here
haunt my own house, facing fear
hearing echoes unsaid and shrill
"It doesn't matter and never will."
Then my voice, "Oh, God. Don't."
"I could and would, but shouldn't, so I won't."

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