Wednesday, October 19, 2005

55 words

He didn't notice the colors of fall
he never looked up when he walked
her words spilled, over his thoughts
numb from the cold, numb from her laughs

Said she missed him,
woke him up when it got dark
street light hurts and the cold wind tears
just like she said, the summer ends here

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