Saturday, September 1, 2012

where you are not.

they tell me how brave I am
how amazing it is what I have done and what I am doing.
and I think - how am I brave?
I am just running, forgetting,
like a long funeral, pushing it further away.
you are the brave ones that keep the dialogue
keep living and breathing with them right there.
For now I'll just keep running.

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