Post-it

Too late
Too tired
not a word do I have

yet my mind full of impressions and emotions

little yellow post it notes left on my desk
her love for me and gratitude
my oldest friend

her so close to falling over the edge
the memories from our past
the dark pain we both shared

but that's not what's bothering me

today

I cannot write
I can hardly breathe



Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-02 at 23:46

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