and on the edge of the abyss
called life after love...
I drown.
Enveloped in pain
and the shards of brilliant light
of a glimpse of a new life.
What to do?
Without you am I me?
Without me am I me?
Oh slain are the days of recognition that I knew, we knew.
You leave me not with loneliness that haunts
nor betrayal that angers
or lies that burn...
but with estrangement that pierces the safety
of my fetal position.
I take my black crayola and scribble your name from my life.
~Kory~
6/06/07
