THE SIX INCH VALLEY

Standing here

limp

& hard all the same...

 

I know I can't call...

I can't say his name...

 

I can't express

the pain

that still lingers...

 

I can't confess

except

through my fingers...

 

I can't relate what on

that night still haunts me...

 

He cut so deep -

Haunts me in sleep -

Wanting him still -

I hope he still wants me.

 

But he needs to know

who he is & why...

 

He needs his answers

& so said goodbye...

 

I know I should speak -

should write

but I'm broken...

 

That night

taints the light

with the words that were spoken...

 

And now all I have

is the taste of

rain water...

 

And one wish

to relinquish

this valley of slaughter.

© APRIL 9, 2002 By Jason Wright

- For Sean -

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