Friday, November 16, 2012

Two Thousand Twelve

last year I wrote:  
with you 
it was all so sensory, i was able to feel it then, how i knew it would end - cold turkey 
like the day after thanksgiving 
realizing we'll probably never have another holiday together again
while this year:  
I will stay in hiding 
from you, and everything 
in a dark, and closed-mouthed sort of shame

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