Maybe Without...
Can’t see her face anymore when I think of
her. Not even her eyes.
Everything beyond myher reach, this
each day mundane way of life.
Still, you always told me
each day—each lie.
Back when, well…
And then maybe she’ll live. Perhaps she’ll
live.
Live to be transparent.
-thwack-
Copyright © Laura Meese | Year Posted 2006
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