Roommate In 1901

Posted: March 15, 2011 in Creative Writing

a quiet tear slips as i close my eyes./

a sharp wring grips as i heave a sigh./

it all comes back like a swell of tide/

and retreats from my grasp as it did when it died./

ditto to Prometheus i must be/

for ceding you in reverie.

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