Thursday, February 10, 2011

Three-Hundred-

Image borrowed from Bing


three-hundred-

three-hundred-
and-sixty-five
days, we drift
in and out of
fixed kisses,
a steady
routine –

at the threshold,
before bedtime,
on birthdays,
under the
mistletoe, and
still, in
gratitude –

but at closer
inspection,
we do not
recognize each
other in each other,
and we have
stopped trying
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits

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