Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Last Night

On the night of
our ended friendship
the thunder pounded
and the rain poured
like your anger,
filling the night,
the day.
You watch out
the window
waiting for the news
that you no longer
have to suffer,
but what would it mean
to be free
and no longer
be imprisoned
by today's shadows
and yesterday's ghosts?

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