Tuesday, January 12, 2010


these were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence
the connections sometimes tenuous
sometimes made at great cost
but often magnificent
that happened after i was gone
and i began to see things in a way
that let me hold the world
without me in it
i realized all this time i had been waiting for her
i had been waiting so long
i was afraid she wouldn't come
nobody notices when we leave
i mean the moment when we really choose to go
at best you might feel a whisper
or a wave of a whisper
undulating down
i was here for a moment
and then i was gone...

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