Monday, March 7, 2011

Inch by Inch

Take my hand
and maybe together
wrapped around like good little roses,
you won't leave yet.
Prism perfect
with an inner whirlpool
that will shatter it all - 
not a chance!
Didn't know our love was so small
to be tucked away out of sight,
out of mind.
Sometimes I breathe you in
spinning round and round and round...
She must be worth nothing
if this is worth anything.
You're not anyone I really know,
although I thought I could read between the lies,
and right there, for a minute
I knew you too well.
But now I'm wishing for my best impression.
Inch by inch, and step by step
we follow this ingrained dance blindly
moving apart even as we look back and wonder:
what have we done?

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