225 days under grass <br />and you know more than I. <br />they have long taken your blood, <br />you are a dry stick in a basket. <br />is this how it works? <br />in this room <br />the hours of love <br />still make shadows. <br /> <br />when you left <br />you took almost <br />everything. <br />I kneel in the nights <br />before tigers <br />that will not let me be. <br /> <br />what you were <br />will not happen again. <br />the tigers have found me <br />and I do not care.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-jane/
