Please don't keep your hands
To yourself, I was
Expecting heartbreak-
Last year I was here with you,
Or someone of that name-
Square window and the spots
Of daylight through it are the same,
But you're not him
And breathing's easy
And everything's changed;
Freckles on you
Tracing out triangles
Make me unafraid,
Parallel lines of morning
Meet in corners of my town
Shaping up to miss you
If you stay around.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
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