Our Story

I was reading through our story
just the other day, it was sweet and
sad and lovely and bad,
and all through it, feelings
got in the way, and there was
always way too much to say,
trying to stuff love and life
through tiny little wires,
talk long enough about enough
to feed fading fires;
and the saddest thing
though I heard the voices sing
is that when I got to the end of it,
the last page was ripped out.

February 13, 2009, for You Know Who.

Copyright ♥ 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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