I had almost forgotten
How it felt to have you near
And all my own internal tragedies
And how you made them disappear
I had almost re-accustomed
To the weight of solitude
How symphonies of insecurities
Seemed to silence next to you
I had almost come to terms
With who I was before there was you
And who I'd have to be again--forever
What else was there that I could do?
I almost got used to darker nights
Almost removed from memory
All the words like love and beauty
That brought your memories to me
But not quite.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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