It's where edgewood crosses
& cleveland heights goes north
to form a dead end at where we left our hearts.
Palm trees line my drive as I'm
stuck on the thought of you.
I cannot speak -
I barely breath.
This night holds the red moon
as a mother would embrace her child.
And I am stuck on you;
without you by my side.
& despite the darkness engulfing me
my heart latches on to yours
giving birth to weeds that will not let go.
Oh, but how I wish they wouldn't grow.
Originally written on May 18, 2006.
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