Sunday, February 7, 2010

expiration of sound

That moment when the clock stops.
Everything goes silent.

Breathe in the morning,
exhale the density, the weight of another night bitter spent.

That moment between inhaling and exhaling.
Everything begins again.

She kisses me with fingers crossed behind her back.
I open myself to misguided hopes and dreams.

I surrender to a thousand might have beens.

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