Dear Paul,

my beloved friend.
But who am I kidding?

I am forgotten, my name abraded.

Cold before my time.

Love, life, I turned away.

Roads closed, or paths

I dreared to take or think.

Time breathes, ablating,

peeling, peeling

but feelings not abating.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s