Sunday, April 29, 2012

sonnet one hundred one

light from the night lamp
spill upon concrete and
shatter on the pavement,
carrying your steps and

the haunting sound of
your footfall - it has
been a hundred days
since i followed your

shadow be eaten by
a sea of faceless dreamers,
since i cried my heart

out and did not understand
an ounce of the pain
scribbled on my eyes.

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