Sunday, September 03, 2006

-- But there is broken glass

Her hands falling
to the side
          there should be words
A head turns away
    breath
          and another
almost shuddering
          there should be - words

They are empty utterances.
"To your room."
    and "Go."
    there is nothing
    real to them, behind them, just sound
          moving still air
          there should be

Almost, I step
    on the glass, to get something
    to get reaction, movement
          but I am so afraid
          there will be nothing
          but there should be

But.

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