Solitude falls as I realize I've never known you inside or outside.
Either you've changed who you are or you never were.
You have been closed to me as though never opened and
I smother by the weight of the silence that falls when you near.
I do not know you.
You are lost to me.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I Was a Teenage Poet
I wrote this March 6, 1991:
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