Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred twenty one

there has never been a day
that was not offered up
for you, or a night that
did not glisten because of you

there has not been an instance
i searched for words to
read that did not remind me
of you, or listened to a

rhythm that did not resemble
you, there has not been a today
or a tomorrow that was not meant

for you, nor has there been
a scent, a mark, a crossroad
that was not intended for you.

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