Sunday, December 25, 2011

479

Every time she becomes happy,
I tell her the city hurts my eyes
and she looks at the container she just closed
extra long before putting it back in her cabinet.

Instead I drive to where the houses
are built between the trees
but just as the lights from the city fade
the stars replace them, never letting me
be alone, outside in the dark.

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