Friday, March 7, 2008

Better To Be Gone

And many a day later
She opened her eyes,
To see how much had changed
How much of her remained.

Memories?
They are a fading..
Letters?
Yellowed and damped
Furniture?
Sold in auction
Love?
Replaced and gone

And so she closed her eyes
It was better to be blind.
Its time to take the tunnel
The white haze summons.

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