Sunday, May 10, 2009

flick

You are gone.
Shriveled into a dark
dusty memory,
a long forgotten mistake,
that I toss aside
with the flick
of a wrist...
And suddenly,
I can stand up
straight.

2 comments:

Trée said...

Another wonderful poem that most of us can relate to. Sigh, I just wish you wrote more often. Your stuff is really good.

Athena said...

Thank you. I wish I wrote more often as well.