Friday, June 18, 2010

Think, just think

To chance upon,
To remember,
To preserve like
Pickle salted
For far too long,
In the layers of memory,
Hurting and bled,
Is it good, really?
Think, just think.

To meet,
To hold,
To look,
Deep in the eye,
To lose the way
In the labyrinth of love,
To shut out the sky,
Is it good, really?
Think, please do.

Had I not missed that flight,
Had I slept early that night,
Had that day not strayed my sight,
I wouldn't be up today, feeling tight
In the heart, till first light
Writing poetry.
Think, just think.

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