Tuesday, October 17, 2006

In Remembrance of You

My fingers tremble as I eat this broken bread
Its cold and dry but somehow warms my soul.
It stings my tongue, but tastes so sweet.
My eyes swell, tears fall like drops of rain into my cup.
The wine ripples, letting off a delicate aroma
I think of you and know its alright.

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