lady of the silver tears
(23/01/08)

her cheeks were folded into pages
like a story that ran out of room
and all the little grooves showed all the ages
she went through to grow old.

and tears made those words smudge,
broken lines that made the story falter,
and her sad sad eyes made mine burn
like i was a page in that life
that was starting to fade.

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for the old lady that was crying as she breathed through a machine
and made me all so sad and small.