Wednesday, February 26, 1992

Engraved in stone,
Four letters:
B R V C

I am standing on the
precipice again,
not daring quite so much,
this time.
Your cigarette is burning,
filling the room with
your presence, and forcing
tears from eyes
that promised not to
weep.
I am standing on the
precipice again,
and will I fall, again?
You ask me not to cry.

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