The poems are liars. They will say and do anything, promise you anything, to make you feel exactly what I feel. But the feelings at least are real.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Light Snow

is like ascent
peters out
somewhere near the top
is like a lover asphyxiated
by the distance between
what he can offer
and what you can't live without.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Incredible. Short, yet lingers on in the memory after you read it.