Tuesday, January 09, 2007

time after time

Lying in my bed,
I hear the clock tick,
And think of you.
Caught up in circles.
Confusion is nothing new.
You say, "Go slow."
I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds.

Blogged @ 10:04 p.m.

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