January 3, 2008 7:35 PM
ghosts of relationships past
Current mood: busy
Category: Writing and Poetry
Like a ghost he came and went.
through the wall we had once been up against.
It never seemed so cold at the time...
I never gave into the this that had become us...
poems unnoticed and songs unsung
i feel nothing
and that is everything again.
maybe its when the weather is bad
i cant get any colder than the wall I've erected to lean on
to replace him.
I felt once.
and a few more times.
some heat. a taste.
the blood on my lip.
a bitter phone call and old marijuana.
i have nothing.
and that is everything.