I try to keep our memory vague
on the chance that I’ll find better days.
how can something so resplendent
spoil everything that comes after?
what once made me so happy
now leaves me cold and numb
in the frail suicide hour before dawn.
1-3-08
by shannon flanders
shannon wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frail-suicide-hour-before-dawn/
