05
Jun
09

Compass

Compass

 

A half open door and silence

Told me something was very wrong

We’d always taken these cues from one another

We’d always been seamless

So when I found you

Glassy eyed, with your

Knees pulled up to your chest,

Your language was foetal

And needed no interpretation

We held hands

And searched for the divining rod.

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