Fictions
January 11, 2012Homesick for a place
in a story, a moment
that has never quite
come together, a life
that is always months
or years away, but feels
more real than yesterdays
that unfurl behind me
with a sterile sameness
that threatens to swallow
those moments of joy
and beauty I try so hard
to find somewhere besides
your smile.
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