Monday, June 07, 2010

The Morning After

She stared at her palm
Through her clouded eyes
At smudges of blue
Where his number once was

Was the destruction
During, or after
A night of clasping hands?

She couldn't remember
All she saw were smudges
And a ring with a glowing stone.

2 comments:

RTD2 said...

Superb!

Parth said...

@RTD2: Thanks.