the crash was a change

October 2, 2007
By noosha elami, Mattawan, MI

"we're not being something?"
he asked her slowly and without passion

the crash was a change from the dance they were used to
his fiercely autocratic streak had come out to play with her democracy
and one drink at a time
they became friends at war

"even when you're sleeping
and everything but you is
i memorize the laugh lines in your face as an
antidote to my pain"

will you remember me after i've gone

her mother had always warned her that
perfection had its price
and as their waltz became a tango
she finally believed her

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