Back Again

April 26, 2010

My mind circles
well worn paths
that lead to nothing

or as close
as I can come.

An emptiness littered
with pieces of ideas,
half-realized plans,

faces of yesterdays
that cling to me.

And I follow myself,
my phantoms and leavings,
with a sense of inevitability,

Another night of shadows,
three steps from sleep.

But I find you have taken
my desolation, made a home
out of broken pieces,

drawing all paths
to one ending.

So, onward I roll,
back into you,
no matter where I turn,

back to the nothing I find
waiting in your arms.

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