an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Shotgun in the shadow

by whitehorse


today you ran further
then the horizon.

you broke a barrier
that my eyes and this earth
have created.

but you find no comfort in that
or at least very little.

and my confession comes with a price
just a kiss goodbye

and fingertips that linger
until the door closes for good

and they came to the crash
hours after it happened.
you couldnt tell whose blood was whose
the cars were soo mangled they were one.


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