Marble

Ice cold
You walk in real slow
Like
Autumn air filtering through my window
I sling my head down
Into my hands, I
Beg
The blue to leave me
Leave me

I don't
Need you to explain
If
You don't think you have answers
But you might in your
Head
The memories blur
Melting

Spots, holes
All the fragments of
You
I see them in the water, in the sky
Even weeds below
Shoes
Worn, running from you
Match them

I am
Simply consumed with
Them
I blink my eyes closed slow and there they are
As if the moon were
Lighting my white walls
I
Beg the blue to leave
Leave me

March 18th, 2010. Dedicated to E.M.Z.