Monday, June 25, 2007

Where Are You Now?

Oh all the little ones have gone and grown old
And the wrinkles at my eyes barely have time to form before one or another has been called home
Was this always how it was with each and every one?
As you walked into the distance, you felt their fingers touch your shoulders
And draw you down their lifelines for a single glance back?
The whos and whats and wheres echo blandly into the dead space
And the momentary quench and the shiver up your spine only come from looking deeper into their eyes

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