Sunday, April 17, 2011


A pink sink with long black hair
it doesn't matter I tell myself
since the sway of your body
with your hand raised as you cook
reminds me of the first doubt
I had about you.
Embrace the void
of moving on,
moving on
is celebratory
as it is on a new spring day
when you imagine
cherry blossoms raining in the wind
and recover from the grief of
the long winter you endured.
Separate is the love of the past
without wanting it to return
a wise friend said.

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