Monday, June 17, 2013

what we’d sown


you were my favorite sweater 
a laugh as soft as heather
a gaze as tough as leather 
i'd never worn anything better

something was lost along the way 
i'm not sure I could place the day
when you heard things I didn't say 
and what we'd sown began to fray

now there are holes inside my head
fissured thoughts I cannot mend
words fall out and I pretend
that you miss me, my dearest friend

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