Saturday, January 24, 2009

the heart of a man

In the garden where he walked miles from me, I could see his heart stop; it was his way of analyzing his thoughts. Between the trees he found a piece of paper and on it he wrote "every day stays the same".

He recognized me by the sound of my tears hitting the fallen leaves.

As I ran into hiding, he followed me and went down on his knees as I hid my face in shame of being found.

He ran his fingers through my dyed out hair and in my moment of collapse, with a smile across his face, he whispered very gently into my ear "oh love of mine some day you will die".

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