Saturday, April 15, 2006

moving day

yeah i’m packing again

folding laundry and
sinking my fingers into

all the things hidden
a year behind the couch

months under the desk

buried in dust and afternoon

yeah i’m packing up
her hair

wrapped around my old scarf

around my winter

she’s not in any photos though

yeah i’m packing up
and i’m taking the cat with me

and the smell of sex

bundled in our blankets

and i’m gunna miss you

4 Comments:

At 10:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I miss you heather! I listened to your song and it made me cry.Your so talented and I miss you soo much.

Nadia

 
At 5:20 PM, Blogger denielle said...

ahhhh! does this mean you're moving? nooooooooo! what a sad day this has become. and how appropriate that it's raining like hell.

 
At 11:29 AM, Blogger _Soulless_ said...

sinking my fingers into
all the things hidden
a year behind the couch

buried in dust and afternoon


Those are indeed poignant lines. *wistful sigh*

her hair
wrapped
around my winter


Love those beautiful words, perfumed with longing; they shall linger. ^_^ I do hope to read more of your poetry.

 
At 10:17 AM, Blogger Rob Budde said...

whatwhat? moving? more information is requested.

 

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