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A Poem by Caitlin Cardinal

WORK IN PROGRESS.

She faded away with the fog of early morning.

Left you with dew drops

dripping from the door handle.

The sun came through the windows

illuminating your pillows.

But you couldn't trace her frame in the blankets.

The breeze doesn't leave footprints.

© 2008 Caitlin Cardinal

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Caitlin Cardinal

Minneapolis, MN

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