Saturday, April 18, 2015

Without A Day


Somehow your first taste of blood
is an initiation. A cold hard truth
you live with
You nor I will ever forget
how momentous it felt to step over,
to only fall

I know all too well
how far I’ve fallen, how deep I’ve swam,
because I’m drowning
You know all too well
because your heart is lifeblood,
saving me

I hope this is redemption,
or something close, because
this is all I have to offer
Everything that’s said, the glances met,
every solitary moment,

means the world

MM 1993

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