the dust dances too

february 22nd, 2002.

i thought
your hand
would still be warm
when
i held it,

like it used to be
when you
held
me,

but i found
a chill
inside your palm
instead,

and knew then
that your body
was
empty
and you were
dead—

or
somewhere above
in
the dark canvas of
space.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

Posted 3 months ago with 178 notes
Tags: poetry  spilled ink  words  i miss you  
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    Someone else wrote these words,but they speak volumes.You died on July 9th.But every year since,on
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    Walter Harry DeTreux. My grandfather. He...a blue collar truck driver from Philadelphia...
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