When I go to bed
and close my eyes
I hear my footsteps
in the hall
and my sighs
from outside.
There’s my laughter
on the phone
and crying
in the mirror.
I smell sweat
from running
and feel the pain
in my head.
Hope whispers
through the house.
A restless spirit
haunts
an empty body.
Monday, April 5, 2010
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