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By prezioso Date: 2002 Aug 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.30.08.06.20234]] |
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You Everyday my adoration perishes. Thoughts of you flee. Day after day you prove our love was infatuation. Guilded with romance and sweet poppy memories. You left me abandoned in a desolate desert with no water. A sea of misery with no compass. I have no context. To often I look to an empty hand. Where your tiny hand let go and I am at a loss of words, a loss of vision. And I die a little more. I sent the things you gave. The pictures that I would of caused me to only dwell and mourn the loss of your existence in my miserable life. The bracelet inscribed with a promise that has long since been forgotten. Everything else sits on a shelf in a shoebox. Was I not amicable? Was I not amorous toward you? What do I do? I began to date again. To perhaps accelerate the process. Trying to live the next year in minutes. That's what they all say. "get over it", "move on". That may be what I am suppose to do and maybe even what I am doing. On the contraire, it is not what I want. I want to dwell on you. Swim in the sadness of our memory. I want you to walk the shore with me, ride through the night. My hands yearn to surf your skin exploring all your contours. I love you and I want to. But you make it impossible............. |