you're there, i'm
here
i'm carrying the tragedy of
you and i
nestled in the warmth of my torso, wrapped
in the papoose you made
just for me -- a gift
of epic scope
and marginal proportions
we're never going to be this
ever again, it is said that
time and distance change people, and they
do. i've drawn a curtain to hide
your image from
the light that will change it
yellow it
age it. you are your very own
unfinished symphony -- i can no longer
call upon you, feed on you
thirsty:
write me alternate endings
satiate my perpetual need for novelty
i am full of
hope, carrying this parcel in the warmth of me
your stiches are strong, your fabric
resistant
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(i haven't been able to write in so long - this gave me the opportunity to write something without thinking about it at all. great idea, helpful to those of us who are suffering from a year's worth of writer's block
oh, and i cheated. it took 1 minute and 16 seconds

)