False Starts

hours burn slowly
fired over minute coals
that smolder threaten and
die
with each unwritten letter
with each unspoken word

static time dredges
lava pools of night
to mock the strength of
day
with each unanswered call
with each uncovered wound

where do we go now
without the other half
where do we go now
                                        alone

© s rogers 18 march 2009

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