And then you have run ins
And then you have sleep-overs
And then you have breakfast in your rumpled clothes
You take the knife from their hand before it slits the lifeline
Before you have to clean up
Before you have to not be able to say goodbye
You walk that rope as it bounces, not looking down
You hold your breath for them
You pull them from the street
Before the car coming on fast, ends them
Before the words you said open doors with a crash
And all the wind comes in, that storm of awesome power unleashed
From behind eyes sometimes kind
At some point, you hide away from them
Hold your heart like a frightened child in your arms
Close the windows to the wind and watch your own reflection
There in the glass
And then you remember
You
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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