I BUILD A WALL
Of broken
Nights and shattered
Mornings that have
Been cast off to the
Side of the road.
To separate us -
Because I loved
Too much,
I take my
Blue excesses
And mix it
With the mortar
Reinforcing it.
*
Because I loved
Too Much
I dig a new ocean
Deeper than
My longing
To divide us -
People always
Asking about my
Soiled clothes.
I tell them,
"I am building
A wall
An Ocean
A Boundary
Because
I loved
Too much."
*
Because I loved you
Too much
I am dismantling our
Memories piece by
Piece, cataloging
Them away with
Tags that I make
From the scratching
Sound of sad old phonographs,
I file away the last one
As the music slows
Even slower till the springs
Unwind.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
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Any response to this I think would sound trite, but just so you know I thought this was a beautiful poem and reminded me of one by Rupert Brooke I blogged about the other day. (I like yours better)
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