leo_on_fire Knowflake Posts: 129 From: Heiskell, TN 37754 Registered: Dec 2004
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posted June 15, 2005 05:45 PM
Followed by my silver moon I stare at the place I held you for the first time. It tears me in two to see that now empty space with no physical reminder of what was. Hours spill into days which spill into weeks which spill into eternity. Creating something out of me and you that was never meant to be. Strangers pass me by staring at the ground as I stare at the tops of heads. The world smells of you. God as my witness my head is full of you. I can even taste you. The last time I saw you was merely a dillusion. I walked into our place and looked over to your seat and saw you sitting there. But it wasn't you. I closed my eyes to hold back the tears and pushed down my pain. We are alright you say. But if we are apart for ever then how will we ever know? Strangers we will be, sharing pitying glances. The strangest dream graced me last night. You walked in with la femme in your arms and I knew somehow in that dream that we were over. Had been for a while. And in this dream when I looked up, you merely inclined your head and I knew that the pain was visible in my eyes. I knew that my heart was there for you to see. The phone makes no sound as I wait for you. My heart pounds in my ear being the music of this drama. In all my life how did it come to this? I stare at a picture of us from not so long ago and I see how in love with you I am. My friend tells me that he sees the same in you. Why can't I see it? Time is not on our side and before much longer I will be staring at your head as you stare at the ground as we pass in the street. Strangers in the street. ________________________------------------ love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. William Shakespeare IP: Logged |