1.
Crossing My Words
Shaping
The Words
Blue
Rhythms
Green
Chair
Love
Poem
Laying
Lines
Für
Elise
Awaiting
Your Reply
A
Suicide Letter Because
The
Sky's Gone Out
Fäith
Mourns A Dead
Language
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The Sky's Gone
Out
I remember you saying
once, a long time ago--perhaps in the car coming home from a party
or something--our love was like a light in the sky on a blue cloudless
morning. I took it you meant the sky was eternal and didn't think
you realized what you were saying (you had probably been drunk at
the time.) But I woke up this morning with that damp, empty feeling,
and walked into the kitchen--a gray black slanted in through the
windows etching itself onto the countertop--erasing the back of
the cupboard door where you painted my name once--and realized what
you meant: the blue has faded, the sky's gone
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