Archive for December 28, 2011

December

With every year that she draws to its grave
she dies more than she lived days on this earth.
The force of life, at times a tidal wave,
that threw her further away from her birth,
now pulls her back, giving her a new start.

She digs a hole to burry this year
in letters she couldn’t sent, and a card
to her lover. He will never be near
more than he was alive, in her heart.
The year is done and the grave is covered.

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