Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

separation part I


The mark you left on my breast is fading,
this territory has been abandoned.
How long will you be gone? 
Forever.

The mark on myself is indelible, permanent, fixed.
skin is more resilient than the mind.
How long will you be here?
Forever.

1 comment:

djay said...

Many marks. Many memories. The building blocks of one's self.