[1:24 p.m.] [2003-05-15]
[a poem]

How about a poem for a change


You are a song I wish I had written
on these hands of callused fingers
the longing sinks in
it has been a lifetime since
since we shared space

this world is too small for us both
careening into the darkness with hands out-stretched
groping at our breaths on a cold night
there were puddles
and rain
and slow dances
and kisses
and all those things we are missing now

I am missing you now
now is an insignificant moment in time
time was all we had
and callused hands and stolen moments
this world is too small for us
this world forgets that we are lonely
it has never given us the time
a chance

perfection is always imperfect and we are flawed in many ways
our imperfections fit together with clean lines and aerodynamics
and symmetry
and perfections

time is all we have and ever had and I wish I could tell you this
all of this
most of this
that this is something that will follow us through time
and will forget all of that that was
that once before
before we remember who we were a long time ago
and forget how to sing this song
that song
that I wish I had written
that is you
this time







Good things are coming...

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