Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Queen of Cups and the Hurricane

At six in the morning the Queen of Cups told me
that he doesn't miss me anymore

I saw him last night while deep in a dream,
and oddly it made me laugh

I knew it was true that he no longer cared
and I don't know why I asked

But the Queen seemed to laugh as she said,
"Not a chance"

(How ironic these dreams can be)

Now I best try to sleep, look for peace where I lay,
because a hurricane is on its way

One of many things I wrote a long time about ago a boy who moved back home, across the ocean.

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