I so clearly remember you watching me, like a dream
Your eyes ignoring me studiously, like a dream.
The silence that always enveloped us, frigid and heated at once
The silence spoke volumes, precisely like a dream.
I’m constantly looking down upon you now
Just the opposite of how we used to be, like a dream.
When I lay catatonic in the whitest of rooms, your words soaked me
Though you never said a thing, scarcely like a dream.
As I watch them lower you into the welcoming dirt
I imagine its wisdom enveloping you, exactly like a dream.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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