I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa
If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing,
then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
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Monday, February 20, 2006
Yesterdays
The last time we made love
Was when I asked you
For the truth:
A kind of proof:
If I was better than
The name you whispered
Each night when you sobbed
In your sleep and
Said sorry
To someone
I could never see, and
Flinched as I wiped tears away.
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