I guess moving to Iraq tends to find its way into your brain one way or another. For me it is the common them of sand the seems to be a continuing theme in all that I writing these days. I hope you guys won't hold it against me. Enjoy.
too many hours pass through the days
and the sand is still slipping
through my fingers
into tomorrow
as I lay and listen to the
meager words you left me
laying on the table
tucked under the placemat
stained with the scent
of colorless let downs
and what I have become
is all that I pretended be
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