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Posted by on Jul 23, 2007

Emily and I

This frozen time,
this rocking chair,
ignores your furtive glances,
your icy stares.

This dark room,
drawn shades,
a weathered letter,
signed with love, fades.

An officer knocks at the door,
a pregnant pause,
anxious, a need to know more.

This night snarls and cracks
as you reach your hand around me,
cradling my back.

There, there husband
you gently say
The sun will come
another day.

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