Sunday, 10 January 2010

LEADING EDGE.

I’ve searched for you,
Sifted through,
The store of files in my head;
In the light,
All through the night,
To the four corners of my bed.

And all the signs
You left behind,
Before you went ahead,
Are not around,
But underground,
As useless as the dead.

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