Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Vagabond

Left a bag of bones on your door steps and unpacked the rest beneath the stairwell of that old apartment we used to share. Returning to my room, I fall on to my bed and the remaining memories of us scatter like leaves on to the floor. The trees outside unfurl their sweaters as I fall under the stars.

Some nights I dream of kissing you some nights I push you away.

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