20 juillet 2006

I had insomnia... so I wrote

A maze of darkened corridors,
I see your shadow in the archway.
I run to                  nothing.
My hands caress the cold stone.
I hear your voice
turning in circles
try to call to you.
Silent words pass through lips and
bounce off the ceiling, leaving
empty as before.
Your hand on my shoulder.
I grasp it before you disappear.
Looking back to find
fade and the hand in mine                  [mist] shadow.

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