January 2009
Lies pooled under the lamplight
like forgotten words from old, worn books; working their way through the dust and the grime as though it was merely an afterthought. And the simple horror of it all reminded me, That I’ve wasted my memories for too long— Taken sips out of the wrong cups, Kissed and not kissed the wrong lips, Bonded and laughed and cried and sang and loved and just existed In all of the wrong places. The long...