still

November 26, 2008 | Words

silence of nights
of days
takes me down
to the bottom of
the ocean
i can’t see
i can’t feel

betrayal of an enemy
is the same as
betrayal of a friend
too bad
you are neither

four long hours
days of waiting
for you
to leave
but you never returned

long hours
long weeks
long. too long.

i don’t know what
to say after
you’re gone.

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november 2008.