Friday, January 2, 2009

Passed me by

I remember waiting for so long
my hands turned numb and cold
from red ice unseen by your message
that you had come to my exit
and passed me by

that it was sent so effortlessly
could only have meant that
you were planning to send it
in the place of your beautiful smile
at the rooster

you seemed so different
and so did I
but I most certainly am different
and you clearly have no plans
to warm my hands.

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