Sunday, September 20, 2015

Slip Away

Smooth new skin
under a white night dress,
a bright morning to follow.

I had twelve dreams
and that was the last.

In this night theater
memories scurry like mice,
trip piano wires
and search the floor for scraps.

I lay with my scars
in air left cold by rain
seeping through a cracked window.

I ask the night to tell me
what I didn't know,
and it answers on the darkening screen
this is when I let you go.

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