Wednesday, October 7, 2009

my lost big toe

My Lost Big Toe

Like a Summer's perfection.

Each ray hitting my every pore.

Clothed in cotton white.

We used to walk, side by side.

Each whisper was a stimulus, waking up my senses.

Each breath I counted. Faultless.

Each touch was historic.

Can thoughts ever go away?

Will memories remain memories?

You're like my lost Big Toe.

I can still function normally,

but forever walking with a slight limp.

That was me. In my future.

Long gone. But will be back, soon.

Copyright 2009
By: Emery
July 11, 2009. 1.01 a.m

written out of confusion.

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