Sunday, July 4, 2010

The One With The Spark.

Dear Lover,

If you were here with me today.
I'd write your name in cursive with the end of my sparkler.
So that when I blinked.
I'd still see you.
But since you are not here yet.
I'll have to scribble my own name into the air.
In hopes that wherever you are.
Its incandescent shimmers burn into your thoughts.
And you'll see me when you close your eyes.


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