Mar 16, 2007 00:23
The memories come flooding back.
My heart pounds.
Don't breathe too deep,
It hurts.
Flashes of
Cold metal in my ears.
Driving our "car" down the sidewalk,
Heather gets out
At Bashford.
Familiar sounds in the background.
Races on the rape steps.
5 O'clock orange juice
With mushroom patties while
On a cloud.
Seems so long ago,
Yet it's so fresh a wound
It still hurts to breathe.
Long nights on the futon
Finding myself,
Losing others,
Traveling the world.
Timidly holding hands,
Drawing with light
On walls and skin.
Post it note quotes,
Fighting with paper towels,
And calls to Pakistan.
So far away now.
I'm sleeping with ghosts.