Saturday, April 24, 2010


Sometimes I hear my heart pounding;
Last sign of life in this abode…
Like a driver’s foot still vibrating,
Long after he’s left the road.

Sometimes I feel pure elation,
A joyous ghost within the room…
Your voice, speaking through the smile,
Long before your exit too soon.

Sometimes I see my friends in dreams,
Vibrant and still in their prime…
Then sobriety emphasizes,
Their disappearance; absorbed by time.

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