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By Ali Date: 2002 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.09.19.20.19750]] |
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I look toward the pale, Worn memory, And the warmth of the man Remains somehow, Though I cannot tell you why. The mystery reigns supreme, Because half-truths were always Easier than honesty Or lies-- To him, But not to me. Believe me when I tell you, That there were other ways, Others means, But now that's just water Under the bridge, Made of broken hearts-- He left me no choice. I breathed quietly, As one who holds no fear, But truth be told, I felt more fear Than courage, But learned to hide it well. Too well, I suppose. I kiss the stars Before I sleep, But lately When I look at them, I simply see his face, But he remains, to me, Nothing more than A once-real dream. |