19/10/2012

close quarters

no, I have not forgotten
nor am I forgetting,
but she lives in dreamtime now -
too far away for a phone call.

as for me, I've found shelter from the cold,
and as I ponder all my
impossible pasts
and possible futures,
I mostly hope I will live
a little longer.

this is what you become
when you've lived at close quarters with death

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