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Catherine

Every year like clockwork
you come back to me,
pulling tears from my eyes
for a month.
I feel you
passing through me now and then.
Sometimes I think you
live inside me for a little while,
just to get another taste
of the old life.

- 1995

Posted November 5, 2002 11:18 AM | On This Day: 2003