why.
why we don't talk.
why you're so cold.
why nothing is easy.
why.
because.
because i don't know what to do.
because your name tears open old wounds.
because when i shut my eyes
the daughter i never had
cries out for me
her voice floating away like the scent
of flowers, soft and high.
like lillies.
because.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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