Sunday, July 09, 2006


polaroid in ashtray still
sunday morning freezing chill
but wide awake
someone left behind
ceiling plaster peeled and cracked
papers piled on welcome mat
telephone tossed in the sink
birds outside all gone
tv flickers on
why’d you go and leave me here
almost had another year
fine until the loneliness puts you on its list
people come and people go
cars speed by down busy roads
work all day and come back home
no one there at all
polaroid of you and me
in lifeless hand attached to sleep
somewhere back behind the eyes
sun and smiles
sun and smiles


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