Friday, January 11, 2013

Poem - Dear, Charlie

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send me golden dollars
     to hold in my hands
          so i can feel the embossing of her face.
 
give me your hand
     and put it in mine
          because i'm too young to cross alone in your eyes.

let me read old comics
     in your daughters old room
          so i can feel the past through your thoughts.
 
come to my wedding
     and sit there, front row and center
          whether or not you're alive.