Chicano Poet

Monday, June 07, 2010

The Day You Left

I whispered sweet nothings.
The world would not lift a finger.

My stomach in a knot.
Only pupils for sight.

Bliss left out of this,
you said.

Packed your suitcases
on your beautiful knees.

The wind gathered
outside our door.

It could not think
of a rhyme for roar.

The street was gracious enough,
but crippled by the sea.

Spring made you promises
it could not keep.


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