Tuesday, March 2, 2010

For Kyle

Not unlike marriage vows,
Our friendship was firm.


But unavoidable conclusions came early,

We spiraled ever downwards.


Helix, over double helix we fell,

Tracing smoke and red.


I wish not to see your face,

Cursed thief.


For you stole yet again,

A chunk of us.


Till death do us part?

We part.

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