I cannot count the many days,

the many hours that are slipping away.

Like dirt caught in the wind, or rain inside the waves.

There are so many.

And yet I stubbornly hold my breath

while the moon sits low, like a giant

copper penny, and the air hangs heavy on my shoulders.

Time has me in the stoney clutch of it's fingers,

binding me to it's fury. It is silent - a haunting shadow,

like fog between the stars.

The Earth has released me, letting me float between heavenly bodies,

without direction or course.

In space, there is no sound. I cannot scream. You cannot hear me.

05/19/2008

Author's Note: I can't believe how long it will be before I see your face again. So very long.

Posted on 05/20/2008
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