Friday, February 03, 2006
sent sharon off to aussieland yesterday.
bottled up
words stuck
like corks on wine bottles,
to my throat.
The substance refusing
to flow-
Your heart feels
walled up.
A brick cemented,
hardened in the middle
of your tight, fluttery centre.
Tears;
what are they?
Even when we squeeze our
eyelids shut,
the it doesn't drop.
It glistens in our eyes,
a sentimental betrayal.
Warm bodies against each other,
I tried hugging harder.
Yet,
to hear bones creaking;
a dry warmth
not-so-comforting.
Left with nothing.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
