.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

9.08.2003

six a.m.
you ask me if i'll stay
i tell you:
hardly
as if i was lost
somewhere along the lines of your
candy colored sweetness
and filing the jagged edges we left along your shadow
when you walked away

and i still follow you down
as you shut the door
in front of you.

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