Do
You think?...
That's
What
I ask ---
As I lean
Over,
Some dark
Past finds
Toehold in the
Razor
Air, sparks
Light the
Night,
Emblaze your
Stare left
Long before I
Rid my
Spare, bare
Room of
All but
Whispered shades
Of you,
The you
I knew....

rjw, 6/19/98

 And knowing
Brings
Breath, sweet
Relief, that
After words was
Far and few:
Between us,
Not unto...
No, only
Stay
To live
Your
Cue, an
Exit, left
Stage,
Right in
View:...
Cuz', this
Time,
I've
Written you
Out in the
First
Ten
Pages.


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