Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Worn

The block that laid between us
was a chunk of granite hewn
from the quarry where the detritus
of broken dreams were strewn,

a dismal place of mourning
too extensive to contain
that spawned a jagged mountain
with regret in every vein.

I told myself I’d tried enough
erosion though revealed my bluff.

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