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By cire nehtrow Date: 2007 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.11.07.38.32766]] |
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At 3 am is when I Love You, when I'm startled awake, my heart pounding, missing you, wishing you were in bed next to me, I Love You. When we are together those short minutes each Friday and we're a family again, I Love You. In quiet moments and the noise of the day, alone in the empty rooms of our home listening to the clocks tick or sitting in a room full of people talking about things I'd rather forget, I Love You. With someone else who loves me or chatting up a new prospect who might help me shellac my ache for you, I Love You. When trying to understand how you could turn your back on us, I Love You. In anger over your betrayals and avid selfishness, I Love You. Wanting to be dead so the pain will be gone, I Love You. Why can't you hear how I Love You? Why won't you see how I Love You? Why can't you know how I Love You? I Love You. All of the potions and elixirs and excuses of the modern world for getting up in the morning; all those chliched false truisms don't help my heart sleep. I Love You. And then I think I'm crazy, losing my grip, losing my mind, loving a memory of what was never really there...and then I am near you...I smell you, I trace your body, your hair, your lips, hear your voice, look into your eyes and know I am the sanest person alive. I Love You. |