II

Days from now, I will
Wonder why
You told me or if
You're intentions were
Pure.
Everyone has a secret
And when you come clean
There is still dirt, mess,
to fill the cracks
Oh, but I did not cry
When I thought of you-
Laughing, swearing
Blood was thicker than.
...this blood
runs like water-
cold.
Never stopping
To acknowledge the pain.
~colette
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colette, you've been missed. I always love reading your stuff. ~paige