Friday, March 19, 2010

Visitations

The day swallows up the night and the night bath inside the day. Walking on sore feet, with the time needed for rest dwindling down into brief pauses. Her mind blurred with weariness and she longed for the peaceful sleep that only comes when you die.

Chipped promises mends together slower than shatter expectation. Father came to see her today and together they strolled through already had conversations. Forgiving daughter versus bitter memories leaves a bad taste in between her teeth and jaws. I want to be by your side.

She still couldnt tell if he was once again just lying.