WHEN IT ARRIVES...

When it arrives...

The day I sleep and do not dream...

The day that your name has no place...

The day I do not write in my notebook...

The day your words are not heard...

The day I reach the end...

The day I do not remember your essence...

The day I do not read poetry...

The day that is as dark as night...

                                that day bury me.

                                         Carlos Chatham     2/9/2003

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