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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

in retrospect

there was an avalanche
of feelings
of things that defied words
or labels
behind the facade.

if you would have knocked
just a bit
I would have let it cascade
but you didn’t
so I stood mute behind the door.

what stayed your hand
I wonder
what brewed in the silence
so heavy
how do I calm this avalanche now?