Monday, January 03, 2011


i will write a poem about you...

when my fingers have wrinkled
more than my face
from all the makeshift laughter
and the inherited sorrow,
when my tears have dried
and the scent of rose
only just lingers, fleeting
like a memory.

when the titter of children
playing in the street below
aren't very different from
birds flying past my window,
i will write a poem
about you.

when mothers no longer bury their
dead babies,
partying lovers don't drown their laughter
in tears, or shroud their tears in laughter.
when it is all silent again,
when the light has dimmed
and the noise has cleared.

when all is restored
as it was meant to be;
then on that day,
i will write that poem about you.

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