Separate storiesA Poem by dukovan
You didn't even check to see if I called.
An alabaster anticipation sitting close to the phone. Now I'm waiting for a different kind of clue. Writing notes on leaves for my children's fall. I don't know what to do, and no one knows but you, so I call a name I once knew. Swinging rusty swings with camaraderie and drinks. I'm creaking in my skin the same I hoped I'd shed. You didn't even flinch when I fell. Now I've got a pale black eye, can you tell? Now we're waiting in the same room, analyzing clues for different stories. I don't need a thing, I'm losing all my leaves. Its a consequence to you. You didn't even mention the direction we fall. I must've misplaced my glasses and you, you saw it all. Your serpent DNA is swallowing your legs and you, you did this all. The ghost of regret is separate from me, and I am a separate story. The ghost of you is regretting me, and you, you're such a separate story. © 2012 dukovanReviews
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