for sara 11.08.93 - 11.05.08

the softly falling snow surrounds me

icicles paint a pearl necklace

and all the white skeleton trees

seem to whisper

when will it end, when will it end.


I'm plagued by nightmares

waking up in a tangled bed, swimming in my own sweat

up until dawn, I stagger through the afternoon

in a blurry haze, wondering

when will it end, when will it end.


because since you left me

these hands meant to hold

have been empty

when will it end, when will it end.


and since you walked out of my life

all the beautiful fulfilling things

are not enough for me, not enough for me

when will it end, when will it end,

why'd you have to end before me?

The End

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