Saturday, May 12, 2007

Ricochet

I came to you
like scissors to a knife
expecting an embrace.

I came to you
looking for an answer to my disgrace
and found
a puddle at the bottom of an empty barrel, reflecting my face.

I feel the crease of your presence
though you have left me behind;
haunting you with my mind, I find
your vacant place.

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