Monday, October 01, 2007
Since Then
I count time
with my fingers
the cigarettes that I burn
the fine lines that appear on my face
the new songs I hear
the fading of things old
I count time
with my fingers
the ticking of the clock
the calendars and planners
the birthdays that pass
the blurring of memories
I count time
with my fingers.
One, two, three,
four, five, six
seven, eight.
Years.Labels: poem, reminiscing
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Monday, October 01, 2007 ::
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