Tuesday, December 4, 2012

CONTINUITY


rain drops fall
from the sky
beads slide down
in rows

stick to
the back window

it was Tuesday
when I remembered
to thank you
for being

telling me
you loved me regardless

of what the future holds
slippery, drops out of hands
on the floor
spilt and spoiled

you don’t mind
picking up the pieces

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