Her side is cold again
Asking aloud what about us
I’ve have always been here
I did it this time by turning your head away
Nobody lives forever on the blue
Smaller than a grain of sand’s molecules
Single molecules one million times smaller than a grain
Tumbling in the abyss being pushed and pulled
The walls were cold and very white
Not unlike the foam from her ski do’s wake
I caused her to look away and she hit a boat
And her side will again be cold
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/06
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Blame, Boat, Choices, Cold Again, Consequences, Death, Depression, Guilt, Michael Yost, No goodbyes, Ski Dos, Writing
Her side is cold again
Asking aloud what about us
I’ve have always been here
I did it this time by turning your head away
Nobody lives forever on the blue
Smaller than a grain of sand’s molecules
Single molecules one million times smaller than a grain
Tumbling in the abyss being pushed and pulled
The walls were cold and very white
Not unlike the foam from her ski do’s wake
I caused her to look away and she hit a boat
And her side will again be cold
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/06
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