September 07, 2002

willow

Silence paints
memories of you
on me
like leaves
from the willow,
majestic shade,
now
even the stump
is gone.

never enough
to drink,
roots
sought something
from the concrete
and gave up.
Fresh water was there
all along.

But then.

Not knowing
what you know
only me knowing
I love you.

Numbness
tries to find a
way in,
to erase us,
but can't.

waiting.

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