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Jan 05, 2009 10:24

you walk away
i watch... i follow
sit and talk
alone for the fist time tonight
what's on your mind?
who are you anyway?
here it comes; there it is
her name on your lips
confusion weighs heavily
on your brow
a sort of sadness
a love unknown, yet lost

we were not meant to last
our fly-by-night romance
had a time-line
a schedule
this is our final round
but we are filled with guilt

i move closer; you hold me
and we sit in silence
allowing the breeze to take our thoughts
all those insecurities
all those embarrassments
there is you; there is me
two entities
on separate journeys
but the collaboration was so sweet
we are still aware of this

the wind tousles your hair
and carries my perfume
the others are living, laughing
oblivious to our indiscretions
your fingertips brush my cheek
eyes
lips
tongue
you will remember her tomorrow.
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