February 1, 2007 at 12:30 pm · Filed under Poetry, Ruminations, Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Poems, Writing
When you
have taken
the last
shred
of my
clothing,
taken
the last
tangile things
I own,
I will still
have more…
More than
you.
I will
have
my
thoughts
my
words
I will
have
everything
that
truly defines
me.
And you…
You will
only have
things.
Things
that
turn to ash
in your
hands.
Enjoy.