We were both there then,
Filtering words through humid air
That warned us not to hope,
This time, for an accident--
We both saw it burning,
Both felt the ashes brush our skin, as if in
Consolation or apology, as they fell,
As we fell to our knees.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
We were both there then,
Filtering words through humid air
That warned us not to hope,
This time, for an accident--
We both saw it burning,
Both felt the ashes brush our skin, as if in
Consolation or apology, as they fell,
As we fell to our knees.