Tuesday, January 23, 2007

new poem : keepsake

I am sorry for throwing away all those small notes I wrote
and left in your coat, your lunch bag, the car,
within the index finger of your glove.

I don’t remember now what my voice sounded like when I was in love.
It would be nice to hear again.

1 comment:

krissy said...

These are all amazing. Wow. Keep posting your work PLEASE!