Monday, April 12, 2010

A Spring Evening

Just at the golden time
when I am breathing floral
memories, from her bed
she would ask
when is daddy coming home.

Just when I am
littered with scent,
the air warms
and I am swimming
in tiny bits of the past.

Damn I have lived
a long time. amid
so many tiny scenes.
"I miss you" is a spell
a magician casts.


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