Wednesday, October 04, 2006

To Find His Girl



He threw me away

with a flick of his wrist,
like one of his cigarettes,
disposed of
thoughtlessly


and if he remembered later
that he lost me ...

and clawed at the ground,
looked under
every stone in the world,
beat back the tides
to find his girl


that wouldn’t change a thing.

He threw me away.
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2 comments:

  1. Kelley NyraeOctober 04, 2006

    What a great poem.

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  2. RomanceWriterOctober 04, 2006

    Thanks, Kelly.

    Hope you are doing well today and all is right in your writing world.

    Talk to you later,

    Sara

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