Monday, September 19, 2011

For Good

"How you seemed to look through me to some old projector screen playing back the scene as you described it on a movie reel, as real as the minute when it happened, that memory moving behind me. That moment that changed you for good.


I leave it at arms length. 
I’m keeping my distance. 

I’m stomaching nothing. 
I’m reaching for no one. 
I’m leaving this city and I’m headed out to nowhere. 
I carry your image. 

And if you hear me, I think of you often. 
That’s all I can offer. 
That’s all that I know how to give."

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