Saturday, April 23, 2011

4/23

Gray and wet, the rain falls steadily, softly as
On this drive along roads long not taken, I
Drive among ghosts.

Willingly, heart whole happily, I followed you but
These months have taken me further back
Than I'd believe

Through grief's pendulum flinging far, is this
comfort of place where we met, perhaps, chance,
Home for me?

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