Sunday, April 29, 2012

sonnet one hundred eight

i no longer stop at fireworks
and no longer take the
time to taste anything -
even water, i no longer

praise the formlessness
of air, i no longer relish
the gift of sunsets, i no longer
feel the heat of moon cloud -

your absence just made
me realize i no longer
have the capacity to

adore the beauty that
lives outside of you,
and i let these thoughts cave in.

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