By d. donaldson
Date: 24 August 1997

you and me

you are what i've always dreamt of...you have been on my mind 
and in my heart for the past four years... yet i've only known 
you for a week... not even that... and that time has presented 
perfection to me....perfection in the form of your beautiful face... 
your caring smile... your laughing eyes...

 you are what i've always dreamt of...but i can't have you... 

you love someone else’s beautiful face... another’s caring smile... 
her laughing eyes... not mine... no, never mine...  

she leaves you hanging, waiting for her... leaves you always waiting 
and never holding...never loving anything except a dream... a dream of 
her... the dream of you and her together... which is just that... a dream... 
one that she doensn't share...

you found her three years ago...then you lost her again...but you've been 
loving her laughing eyes for those three years... three years that you’ve 
spent thinking about her ...calling her... waiting for something that never 
really wanted to be found...the same three years she spend not knowing your 
name... not remembering...  

then you called one last time...and she remembered...and you were finally 
happy...finally happy for five blissful minutes...and then for twenty more...
and then for a few more here and there...but then she had to go... she was busy... 
she had places to go, things to do, people to see... the same old drill...

i would never be too busy for you... you would always have a place in 
my life... my number will always show up on your pager....you would always 
have mail from me...you would always have a message on your machine... you 
would always know that i’m the one who’s calling ... does she call? does she 
care? i don’t know... maybe she does... maybe just not enough... you deserve 
more... you want more...you told me so yourself... i can help...

you ask me if i found "him" yet... the one i’ve always wanted....and i lie...i 
tell you no...i tell you i’ve got no time...but i lie... i  have found him... 
and i do have time...for you...you and me.


you are my friend... we talk...we discuss...we ramble...we laugh...
we smirk...we grin....we cry...we sob...we hold...we embrace... we think...
we ponder...we understand...we respect...we admire... you like...i love... 
i hurt...

i tell you everything...i read you my book... front to back...it’s all 
yours... all yours except for one chapter where there is a piece of gum 
that keeps the pages from spilling open... you can’t read....you can’t 
know... you love her too much... i can’t even ask you to love me... i 
don’t want to ask you...you love her too much... 

you wear a piece of her around your heart...or rather, your arm...
but i’m the only one who understand that...you and me... we understand....

but why can’t it be a piece of me... not her...but me... me.

you and me...