and i am sure i will slumber
on friday night just like any other.
and wake in the morning
a doll in a dream
like every morning.

no doubt, i will not let
this phase me.
bright eyes will stay lit,
lips will stay shut,
and on friday i will be the same.

only a longing will be missing
not attachment
no heart on my sleeve will be ripped away
and thrown north.

you'll sleep with snow and pine cones
cool and content
and missing a desire
you never changed into something to change someone
when you left.

and i am sure i will slumber
on friday night just like any other.
and wake in the morning
a doll in a dream,
like every morning.

as will you,
northward.

05/26/2002

Posted on 03/07/2010
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