Untitled Poem Vol. IV #45
1/7/12 8:39 am
at the crack of dawn my eyes were open
searching for some strain of light to push away
i was looking for you
i wanted you to tie this for me
in the smart little rabbit ears like you
always do.
but you woke up,
and i was missing.
at before the break of dawn your eyes had opened
hoping for some strand of hair to grab on to,
but i was not there;
i had just woken up.
you wanted me to tie my hands around yours like i
always do.
and i wanted to,
but the air was too thin.