7.17.11 – 10.34

minutes sift quietly away
carried on beams of broken sunlight
filtered through dust
through dirty glass windows

and we lay waiting
suspended
in our own mistakes, spoken,
and our reveries (unspoken)

and you might have disappeared
by now, but i would never know
i would still be here
forever

suspended

waiting waiting waiting

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