The Zipper on the Purse
My "Life" has been
the Deth of my happiness;
I yearn for a plum,
to bite into the skin
and to feel the juice
drip down my clutching
fingers, for who is to say
which came first:
the pit, or the plum, or the
tree? Which would
cause my insanity?
but to place a rose, as
a symbol of your
departure, on my
pillow as I sleep. i hunger:
for fulnes, I thirst for
the wine that we drank under
the stars, still showing
life after all these years,
and all the tears...
And in time, my pencil
will run out of lead
and will drop from
my hand, and hit the
paper, and my thoughts
will speak no more.
©Julie Pyle, 2005
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