Friday, July 12, 2013

Last Things

Last Things

Oh lord! You have asked
for my last inventory,
the things I have lost
on the way out here.
Some I shed for just causes.
Some I overlooked,
rushing with the crowd.
We were all so full of it.
I will tell you this.
On paper, long lists,
I will recite in secret
only to you, you
who have my last heart
and now the things I lost too.
Keep them safe for me.

July 12, 2013 9:56 PM

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