Thursday, February 10, 2011

with Silent Prayers

We sit in the shadows of your room,

Sorrow in the music clawing at the walls,

The glowing orange of your cigarette

Floating between your knuckles.

I watch you brush jagged pieces of your heart

Off your knee like crumbs to the floor

And I gather them into my lap

To paste back together with silent prayers.

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