Monday, May 27, 2013

T. B. C. T. E.

It burns like the lighters flame.
This back and forth game.
It's doing a number inside my head.
I can't help but trace the lines of your name with my fingertips lightly across the page.
You look like someone I used to know long ago but he used to smile back.
That was yesterday and he's just a memory.
A ghost I'd like to ressurect.
Everything's set in stone and I'm cemented in it.
I want to slip through the cracks and never come back.
I hear you screaming but there's no sound.
Only the laughter that the children found.
You put one hand on my cheek and the other on my shoulder.
You said I'd understand, "When you get older."
I pop the top from the bottle again.
The truth inside seems to be my only friend.
I drift to a place that only I know and I'll find you there and you won't let go.

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