Sunday, November 2, 2008

i wish

i wish i had a place to be
not full of painful memory
i wish there was a place to go
to see that i have truly grown
i wish i knew a place so safe
to which i could really escape

each room i enter smacks of “then”
“this is where i was when”
“this is the spot on the living room floor”
“that’s where i slept when he opened the door”
“here’s where he stood, that’s where i sat”
“this is where we were when he did that”

of course the pain won’t disappear…
i’ve got reminders everywhere!

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