By angieubaldo
Date: 2003 Dec 12
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Fleeting

These days drift by,
on a placid sea,
the vastness,
seems endless.
the possibilities,
unknown.
where do we go?

separate ways?
or together for a time?
fleeting in the foreign land.
joined together out of mutual neediness,
and delusitonment.
living a lie.
knowing the truth.
the future seems so far,
yet so close.
its haunts us every minute,
every hour,
of every day.

But at the end of the day,
it is you I go home with.
leave the party with.
find some peace in this tumultuous world,
we laughingly call our home.
I find great comfort in knowing,
Our time may be limited.
love may not sprout from this root.
we may not ever see each other again.
this affair may not be the prelude to some lifelong performance.
but today,
tonight,
this minute,
I choose to be with you.
I find comfort in your arms.
even though it may be only for a brief time.
I will be forever changed by who you are,
and what this time meant to me.