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July 06, 2005
It has to be more for her out there
She did not rush into it
she dressed all her dolls,
setting them high on her bed,
climbed up and let the water in
holding her dolls, waiting to be taken
How do you leave a life,
the tenderness that is shared,
the retched dates on the calander,
his birthday, hers, their anniversary,
the moments, the hours, that stay in you
as fresh as the first day of a spring,
she ties her hair in a pony tail tight
walks in long strides, and talks about
he dolls, she knows she has to go on
And still at night
when the lights elude her,
she opens her hair, laid in
the middle of her bed, she keeps
a pillow between her legs, and holds
another in her arms, she misses him,
his scent, the way she used to lay her head
in his arms, hanging on to him, his weight on
her, once inside her, his familiar moves, his face
his steps in the hallway, that she could hear, half sleep,
And still she has to remind herself,
It has to be more for her out there, she
knew the depth of the water, the rush
of the currents, she only has to
float a bit more for a safe harbor
Posted by Idinraha at July 6, 2005 11:24 AM