Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Working up a new story.  This is the way I do it.


Sifting through the ashes of
Someone else’s life
She finds
A Letter
An imaginary lover
Is out there somewhere
Awaiting a reply
Not knowing there is none forthcoming
In a moment she decides to be
To live a life belonging to someone else
Someone who may have died alone
Who may have hesitated a bit too long
Someone who was loved
She breaks the seal and hesitates
But only for a moment
Because she can’t bring herself to believe that it’s wrong

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