Some of my best words,
Immortal writings,
Letters, and nouns, and verbs...
Things I thought would change the world,
And they are all gone.
Dissolved like headache powder,
Into a dull glaze of white,
Swirling in a nightstand glass.
Everything I wanted to write is forgotten.
Vanished syllables,
And only because,
I had no pen when the words came to me,
So I could not pull them down from the air,
And make scrapings of them on paper.
Only the wine was in front of me when the words came,
Now, it is only the ache for you that I recall.
Feb 2012
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