fdelano Posted July 8, 2011 Share Posted July 8, 2011 (edited) Cleaving My finger tip ridges fill with a full tear, just one of a stream finding its way to your throat as you stare wide-eyed, nothing entering your understanding. Your eyes ask how I could touch you when you know I'm leaving forever. If there is still caring, why are you leaving. How can you turn away? I cannot reply with eyes that also blur, but must find the will to withdraw my gaze and finger, the last connectors burning with a confusion of regret. Where will I go except to grieve? What will I do with this last look and touch of your skin under salty emotions of already killing want? Where will you go to fall like the dropping beautiful ball in Times Square as this new year begins in a split second? Edited July 9, 2011 by fdelano Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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