Wednesday, August 13, 2008
the sting is in the phone calls.
or the lack thereof. the first day it doesn't ring.
not so much a parting of ways,
and turn around, and walk ahead
but a grasp is lost a memory thieved
a shift in the soul
it's funny, how this thing works
in the opposite visceral direction
and it's too damn hard to have an absence
to stuff, avoid, than to be.
it's in the not that lies the sting.