it is hard to explain




I do not know how to begin to explain
the sence of fatefull missing
that coils like the stillness of summer
through the moments my time meets yours.

Maybe I would recognice my madness.
Or you would leave me in an instant
by the door we just opened.

It is hard to explain
how you now posess
a part of my reality that I once claimed to be mine.
That I walk on broken glass
without knowing I am bleeding.



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-03 at 08:24

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Broken Foot
This goes straight into my heart, even before I've read it all. Just for the record, though, "instans" is spelled instance, I think.
2007-02-03


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wow this guy must be some thing really special to encourage poetry like this

well done katherine rgds Michael
2007-02-03