words of
invisible ink
fading
before your
eyes on
white paper.
faces in
the window
on a train
going by, voices
that become
whispers
then nothing
in your ear.
the last heart
beat that your
hand feels
before you
pull it away.
the final thought
before sleep
and the board
is cleared.
people and things
have a tendency
to vanish
these days.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
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