Monday, October 16, 2006


Your smile Stares at me
From the framed photographs
On my wall
Your giggle
On repeat in my memory
What I would give
To rescue you
From a reality
You are too young to despise
Soon, you will grow up
And learn to hate
The life you’ve been handed
And me,
Who could not—
Would not?—
Rescue you


At 10/24/06, 8:38 AM, Blogger Scraps said...

This poem makes me sad.


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