Saturday, April 18, 2009


i pry your hand from mine
after all this time
knowing it was me
a hurt too deep
even these sun-drenched grapes can't reach
growing away
on this downward slope
of vines and chalky soil
we called ourselves
before we knew
before the season even started
and the harvest escaped us both

your look
no longer adequate to keep me
from this dark recess
i call home
too far along to turn back
too late to alter the course
i take time and time again
at your expense
with a smile i leave you
alone again
mistaken all along
as the salve which i required
to live again


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