Monday, November 15, 2010

Pimple On Nose Herpes

Fog


Fog

out the window of this train that I
door away from you


Fog
just like in my heart

confused and stunned by this love of fire and embers

Outside


red leaves in autumn
merges with the dense and opaque gray

that blurs tired
green trees almost a distant memory

Meanwhile landscapes
mix and blend together

the undisturbed
km pass the hours expand

Inside
beside me distracted and tired faces


I look at them in search of their stories of their worlds


but I find myself thinking of us


Fog in my life and

again in my heart and always looking for you


Cico 2009 (C) Stolen Kisses LPDC

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