Wednesday, August 18, 2010

BECAUSE

by Jonathan Hayes

it’s the sadness
of sulfur, or
the fact that
suicides are just
statistics, that
makes me want
to love you, while
i still exist, and
fill in that empty
four-letter word
with all my blood
and breath

2 comments:

  1. wow I love the simpliticy of the fullness of your words.Laura Whelton ,fellow poet in arms

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  2. Ditto the previous comment. This is one awesome poem!

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