Jan 08, 2008 09:26
"there are things"
so she said
"that remind me
of better days
and the way you
used to look at me-
and how i floated
like cylander string
through the night
to dawn again"
i never want to imagine
or live again
it is far too easy
to live for he
to live for her
as they seem
to breathe with
or against you
in the morning
before the sun rises
to remind you
how very often
the days repeat.