2011 - Day 227

I'm still there
I tell you now
Will be there long,
Long past the hour.
You talk to me,
You tell me things,
But all I hear
Are memories,
I do my work,
Work extra hard,
But inside
The broken shards,
The colored glass
Of melody,
So great to ride
The gilded wings,
I make my list
I check it thrice,
To plug back in
Is awful nice.