Monday, September 30, 2013

My Irene

You were a breeze in life's blizzard,
A moment in memory's eternity,
A perishable, cherishable challenge,
A whole relationship unspoken.
I have every right to soon forget.
I've even have half a mind to let
My anger burn through all that's left,
Leave where you swelled my breast a cleft,
Or just to detest,

But I haven't yet.

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