Monday, May 30, 2011

Dear John Letter to 60 Abigail Street

Farewell Abigail,

with your sweet

and sour memories tucked

up in corners and behind eyes

shut tight.

Facades emblazoned

with words of truth

and comfort.

Wildfires rage

in angry desolation.

With pretty little flames

licking the stars.


Goodbye, Abigail,

good girl with

arms wide shut.

Embracing all that is true

and distrusted.

I lock you. Up.

For good time's last moment.

Turn the key.


Click. Heels walk quickly.

Glad our hellos shall never

greet again.

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