That day as fragile as the two roses lying
in the pew in place of your grammy and grampy
Then in the rainy front seat after
my heart still trying to beat
our eyes avoiding all the lines drawn standing in the wet grass
i unfold this memory every time to find us
packing our things in your jeep and i grab onto you
one of many times i tried to fit you back in through the thornbush of broken ribs
i held onto you so long after i knew i had to let you go.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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