EpilogueA Poem by Ivy
Within the epilogue of the journals you kept
lingered the thoughts I left at your door
like cargo tumbling though the air toward
a world outside its comprehension,
for there are 20 chapters of you
(73 on average)
and sometimes I feel that I have already
bled ink onto the table you made,
(for my coffee and silence)
dripping rorschach creations in puddles by my feet.
I would analyze them, but I have no time for introspection
as long as this epilogue continues.
© 2011 Ivy
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