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By iammyself Date: 2005 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.09.20.16.05.27374]] |
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memories left on a picnic table in the park. you remember the park, where we met to talk, to plan, to make love. you were sitting there that day, sunglasses on to hide your red-rimmed eyes. on the table was a bottle of our wine and a plastic shoebox containing all I had given - a poem, a saying, some books, wacky alpaca socks and a top - a box full of items, neatly contained and sealed. it was the top, you know, that made me break down. it was not yours to give back. were you trying to give my love back too? but, of course, that wasn't the last of it. we met again at the park where i'd left everything on the picnic table. the shoebox was still there, open, its contents drenched by the rain. the bottle of wine was gone - salud! the other contents, papers and books and alpaca socks were still there, wet, but holding their own, like a sodden testament to what we had. then we drove - do you remember? we went to search for a place, a home, a life. but we didn't look, we just drove and played tourists. i've always known that endless driving, going, fleeing, leads to where we are now. i tried to tell you, but couldn't. the last time i saw your beautiful little boy i hugged him, gave him a kiss, and told him that i loved him. the last time i saw you, i kissed your soft lips, hugged you, and told you that you would see me again. did i lie? did i know that we would never see each other again? did i cause all this to happen? do i wish i could change things to make it work out? was i afraid? do i wish i had you back? do i think we could have had a good life together? do i want to dance with you? cook with you? drink wine with you? make love to you? grow with you? laugh, cry, love, fight, sing, yell, live with you? will i keep missing you? will life go on? will i be diminished without you? yes |