Sandblasted
red, octagonal glass
dangling from black twine
a gift from you,
long gone,
that is mine
and I cherish it
more than
my dwindling stack
of cash,
more than my beat up car,
more than my only
guitar,
more than my
favorite scars,
because it was
crafted by your hands,
since turned to ash
and spread out over the rocks
and valleys,
I love you still
Eddie
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Sandblasted
red, octagonal glass
dangling from black twine
a gift from you,
long gone,
that is mine
and I cherish it
more than
my dwindling stack
of cash,
more than my beat up car,
more than my only
guitar,
more than my
favorite scars,
because it was
crafted by your hands,
since turned to ash
and spread out over the rocks
and valleys,
I love you still
Eddie
Daniel Magner 2013
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