Monday, August 8, 2011

Your sadness, mine.

When you are sad
the greenest and deepest part of my heart
is silenced.
My thoughts slow down and march
in white and measured steps.
The clouds gather and envelop the sun;
a visage falls over my eyes.

I have loved and lost,
over and over again.

But when you are sad, my heart is wrenched and torn
away from me
And they wouldn't quite return the same way, each time.

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