Monday, 6 September 2010

The Comforts Gone.

The comfort of her kiss,
Slowed my beating pulse
To a pace rhythmic to hers.

A beat worth living to.

...

And now alone, I forgot how to be.
I lay, clutching my chest.
A single heart sings no duet.













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