Monday, January 16, 2012

December 1987

You hover around me like
a drizzling rain, never,
committing, just there;
liongering, viewing me
from a nervous position.


We took a room at the inn, the last one they had;
soundly, we slept until the keeper asked us to leave -
our bill was paid if we would leave right away;
as we drove out-of-sight, we saw the inn in the
rear view mirror bathed in a supernatural light.


Two lovers again I'd like to see,
known about the same time;
both were treated badly and
I would like to apologize

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