Friday, September 9, 2011

An Old Poem

I am haunted by the ghost of you

Standing loose-limbed and angry

The corner of a mouth turned slightly down

A brow furrowed almost indistinguishably

I can taste exasperation

I can taste disgust

I can feel frustration

"We" has wilted, slowly

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