Monday, December 19, 2005

As the clock strikes one
he lies awake
Into slumber he cannot fall
of no reason but of thought
Pine for her he cannot stop
forget her he wants not
Consumed by hurt
yet he minds not
Alas who shares his pain?
not of kith or kin
But of crickets
that cry his pain

i heard the crickets at 11:45 am

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Ginger & Garlic