November 23, 2012


This poem is from today's PAD Challenge.

Did you think I could forget?
The way each word slipped out
like an unforgiving secret,
stealing a dirty glimpse of air
before dissolving into ash.
The way you spoke
made me think you were lost,
spitting up poetry from your frothing lips
as you stumbled
through each thick, slow day.

Time runs deep.
You wrap it around your cuts
like a bandaid,
a savior,
protecting yourself from the memory of
the night you called and begged Help me
and I didn't come.
I pretended I didn't know your name.
Should I have told the truth?

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