Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Shirt
When you sat down
To sew my torn shirt
With needle, thread and
A forgotten love song,
You pricked a finger and
I realised,
You bleed too.
On days,
When I wear that shirt
I wear my gray coat to hide
A red secret.
__________
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