By Matthew Brian
because she did not back down and
when the lights were blazing she
sat there with her extinguisher
and her calm cool love.
and when you saw her walk down the
street with rapid flutter fire of
the legs and look up at you with
those innocent hurt eyes
you knew you had what people
talk about when they say
they found something special.
because even now, six months
later, she jumps out at you at
night when you�re in bed trying to
fall asleep and always even in
dreams she is ready to go with you
wherever you roam.
because she loved you like no
person will ever love
you and she had the faith in you
that no person will ever have in
you and because when things went
bad and they always went bad
she was there, always there.
she was right for you. almost too
perfect. so you let her get away.
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�December�
By Matthew Brian
This is the month when the
cold races through and you
feel the wind against the
back of your neck.
Enter a stupor
lose a loved one
get tired of
the same old junk.
This is the month of old
bills
torn jackets
and ear muffs far
too large.
Watch a haywire stock market
attend garish parties
try so hard
to remain
nonchalant.
This is the month when the
leaves get covered in
charcoaled snow
and the colleges close down
and the Christmas Carols
and Hanukah songs
fill the air
with sadness.
Soon everyone will know.
This is the month of Death.