Friday, September 21, 2012

Forensic Science

Sidewalk chalk and childhood games
Cars speed by without pause
The air has chilled
As you move on and on
Forgetting me and my confessions
Is your soul threadbare
Scrubbed clean
How do you dream
Sleep at night
Laugh drunkenly
Was I that easy to wash off
Wag away
My memory goes on and on
A novel dog eared
Over read
Dawn crashes around me
Your day begins far away
I assume it's with a smile
And never a thought turned my way

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