by Brian Russell

Created on: January 15, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

PROBABLY

Maybe it's just as well,
she says
though I don't really believe her.

I understand the
birch are all gone
now.

She takes my hand to
lead me away.

Maybe it's just as well
I hear myself say,
believing it less than her.

Let's go in honey,
it's getting cold.

We'll sit here by
the fire.
It's warm and
cold on the floor.

I stare at the
light flickering and
don't feel the coldness of
the floor beneath.

Probably just as well
she says,
hoping I'll agree.

I don't.

She kisses me on
the mouth and
my eyes close.

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