Something Took Our PlacesA Poem by jessfoundwonderYou’re there now, near Canada. And I think it must be cold, too. I think the weather made you cold and hard, And it emptied you, and Now you’re hollow and indifferent and Always smoking something. You write for somebody, but you show me first. You’ve lost your colors. You still string words together and it’s art, But you’re bleeding on everything, and You’re awful at disguises. I see you still, as lovely as before. Your teeth are still crooked, but You’re thinner than I am, now. You walk so many miles, and The souls of your feet melted off weeks ago. I remember seeing your eyes first. When I opened mine that morning. When we slept naked in your bed, and You were sick, then too. But there’s medicine for that. There’s medicine for everything, now. © 2012 jessfoundwonder |
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Added on March 25, 2012 Last Updated on March 25, 2012 Author
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