Monday, September 6, 2010

Blue Lake

To think about the future is trivializing.

I can't.
It's three.

Trying to type distorts my face.
Frowns, and droopy eyes-
the disappointments in my skill set,
obviously mixing with
my sadness over you-
the talented one.

I'm a slow typer.

You were so fast.

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