a note to her I have yet to send
Oct 25th, 2006 | By Sinclair | Category: poetryDid you see the sunset tonight?
It cried your name. Or perhaps that was me. Or perhaps that was the book that I’m reading, which seems to make references to you every couple paragraphs. Or perhaps that’s just me, again, because I can’t seem to quite get the timbre, the resonance of your voice off of my fingertips - though the smell of your skin does seem to be fading from my black tee shirt which I don’t want to remove.
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