Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Water

Spiders etch
their story of
and loneliness
across the corners
of this cabin.
Dust has collected
on the countertops
and my heart.
The lake doesn’t
glisten through
the trees anymore
instead its sparkling
invitation lures the
innocent to death
and danger.
The waters you loved
that swallowed you
last year
haunt me,
blind me,
as I stare
at the portrait of
you and i
on the wall,
perched upon
the new boat
we used only once
that now sits locked
in the shed
like the love
in my heart
meant only for you.

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