Friday, August 29, 2008

Fiction


I stayed 'til the last of the bottles was empty
and whizzing by my head
I stayed 'til there was no more air in the room
and my tears no longer moved you

Then it was over
and I will never be the same
I finally wised up, but the fact remains
I stayed too long

2 comments:

flutter said...

and you are free.

lu said...

Great image.

And while it's all wrapped in so much pain and betrayal, it's our chance to find ours, to make ours, and to keep it ours.