Saturday, January 19, 2008

strangers on this road, we all are.

i put your face in boxes at one in the morning last night.
i read those stories and leafed those journals for the last time.
i took down all those photostrips from the summer,
i took every polaroid from my wall, every drawing you ever gave me,
every present, every note, every book,
i put them into a box, and buried them from my head.
i vow not to think of any times i've had with you with any nostalgia,
with any want to go back, with any smile on my features,
with any love.


I'm done.