you are.... <br />the grey damp lines, <br />beneath the eyes of my heart. <br />words intimately spoken, <br />falling on an empty room. <br />the broken wheel, <br />left spinning in the dust. <br />the letter carried by crows, <br />to the snowbound north. <br />you are... <br />the faucet dripping, <br />the candle hidden in a drawer. <br />the sound of the spoon, <br />falling to the floor. <br />that pair of old shoes, <br />and a copper kettle. <br />the smell of perfume, <br />become the stink of time. <br />you are....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-part-two/
