By ScottE@mac.com
Date: 4 June 2000
Quicksand
Love beckons me again,
forcing me to pay attention,
no matter the cost.
Whispering to me
to just slow down,
to just let it happen.
Let it all happen like it was before.
Like it should have been.
Like it was always meant to be.
But the way she looks at me,
as we talk about our future together,
makes me realize that I'm slipping
into another quicksand relationship.
This sinking feeling.
I know it by name.
And its name is not Love.
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