Misty2007

Your slouch says it all and the way you wear your hat in your hands like something condemned or a color you cannot remember. Words cannot chase you here or follow in the footsteps of people whose faces vanish like purgatory and pictures torn from wallets. Sounds will not echo or move through your sleep of tears in blind comfort. And no song that bleeds your name across the pillows and leaves you falling like dreams that slipped through winter...