What a tease.
The cardboard lies
with it's lips parted.
But the box is empty.
I stand in a river
of empty memories.
Pooling about my feet,
A rush of endless sound.
Hold the rope tight,
I don't want to fall
any farther, any faster.
Could you pull me up?
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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