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By darwin Date: 2005 Jun 27 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.27.14.01.22524]] |
| this morning i watched you, and touched you while you slept. the morning sun creeping through the blinds, dotting your skin with its little marks of light. your eyes were closed, your breath even. and it was another monday to me. another monday i had to leave, and start this journey that i suppose is going to teach me something, about comittment, about life, about what we should all attain. but i want to climb into the bed again, and feel your skin against mine, clean from the shower and warm from the stagnant humidity. i wanted to feel the breeze of the fan as it evaporated the water droplets still clinging to my skin. sometimes when i leave you behind, i forget about you when the car door closes. and i forget about how simple our life is together, and how we create our own reality that the world outside cannot disturb us. but then the moment that door closes it all comes pounding in again, and my peace disapears. it falls and spirals as the mist does the higher the sun gets. i don't want to forget you in the rush and the madness. i don't want to forget you on this merrygoround. i don't want to forget the way your hands feel as me as we drift toward sleep, or how your lips taste at 5 a.m. i don't want to forget the way you look at me with those eyes of yours, those lashes of yours. and i don't want to forget your engulfing arms. don't forget me when the door closes, and don't forget me when life pushes us aside. keep me alive, because sometimes i can't do it myself. |