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Mary McGinnis: Trail of Songs

                 

DELIBERATELY LEFT IN THE DARK

Until the last moment,
you didn't know where you were going.

They carried you outside without your shoes on.
I said stay calm, we have to stay calm.

There wasn't much traffic.
We got there before you and the ambulance.

Although it was cold,
they loosened and took off your clothes.

There were no rings to remove from your fingers.
They kept saying tell us what happened.

Had you fallen,
had you been drinking?

In the dream I made of this,
your body fell through lighted windows.

It will soon be Thanksgiving.
By the time you receive this,

all the bills will have been paid.
By the time you receive this,

both of us will have become different people.
Back in November,

I liked to put on your old
burgundy sweater and sit outside until after dark.

It's January now.
Sometimes I don't care about anything.



Copyright © 2001 Mary McGinnis.

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