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By darwin Date: 2007 Feb 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.21.18.52.31405]] |
| too many years to remember, and faded lines across time. distance running against itself, memories hoping to be forgotten. it doesn't happen though, these thin strained illusions. he was heartbreaks ago, but i guess hearts never completely mend. they can love again, and partly heal, but love encompasses those wounds. you are the wounds, you are the clay of the pain you bled. perhaps molded by the world, and the lips you kissed. i wish i could say that you aren't a part of me anymore, but you are. you are the stories i refer to when learnign lessons. you are the gratitude i feel my heart feels looking at my husband. because without you, i wouldn't have this love. I wouldn't be mended, and sewn together. you are the quilt of my life, threaded together over time. perhaps you'll think of me one day and sew me into your lifes memories, good or bad. maybe i will be forgotten, but i was there whether remembered or not. just as you are here, written or not. |