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Threadbare
Joey
5 Jul 2003
The smell of an early morning chill-
Soft and sweet. Silence broken only
by the striking of a match and the
pungent smell of sulfur. I draw the
smoke inside my lungs trying to escape my
own head. Broken, patch-worked thoughts
creep up inside- no sudden revelations, more
of a slow realization that I die a little bit
each day I am without you. Small, tiny, insignificant
moments play over and over within me. The way you
smile at me whenever I say something silly or trite.
The light reflected in your eyes when we walked alone
together by the duck pond. Then gradually, more important
times flow between these fleeting moments- All
those "I love you"'s whispered in my ears, lying in your
bed with only a threadbare sheet between us and the night.
That soft smile you give me after each kiss. Salty tears
falling down your cheeks when we made love for the
first time. Your love lies heavy on my heart now, along with
the realization that I need not walk this bitter world alone.
So I will take the hand you have offered, and give you
back all of me. I know that it is not much,
but it's all I have left to give.
Another one for the Ex.
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