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i sit along the bleached thoughts of 
everyday words left strung along the pavement 
let boiled over with our feet 
tramping down on the way to class-- 
class i've missed the past few holidays 

 
i'm left lonely on another birth day 
blowing out wishes i'd rather not keep 
for fear you might find out 
laugh 
and let me fall along 
just like 
every other poor fool looking on 
smiling at the way you brush your hair, 
paint your nails, 
hold your head. 

 
i want so much more 
than to squint/stare across to you 
dreaming of what might be if i could only 
stay awake long enough to ask 
what it would be like 
to hold you longer than to say hello, 
goodbye, 
good game, 
good night. 

 
imagine, 
if you will, 
staring up at the clouds, 
back on the monkey bars, 
closing your eyes 
just long enough to capture 
every intricacy of a hand you hold-- 
a hand unknowing of 
every cloud reminding you 
that she's there, 
there to tell you 
eden was never left just waiting, 
waiting to come back when you find your 
rib again.

------
http://vpoet.net -- i'm scared, mommy.


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