Feb 16, 2004 16:18
in the night, you fell
simply slipped
along the wall,
smashed
now your umber curves
rest against the black trunk
under the window
sad coils of strings like hair
lead to your head,
broken on the floor
in a sunbeam, I see
your light layer of dust,
my thumbprint,
the frost of a memory
forgive my neglect
as of late, I have been all
about words, not enough
attention to note