Sunday, July 19, 2009

everything temporary

this breeze
the front it shadowed
the hair it blew through
on its way to you

this memory
gone as if it never was
the mind a sieve
emptying

these words
like cobwebs
in the corner of a room
which stands no more

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

words of truth.

Anonymous said...

beautiful cruelty.

good to see you writing again, Sir.