Apr 14, 2006 19:28
words from one end, words from the other:
conflicting, constricting,
I breathe like the other
day when you told me you loved me.
I say, with ashen hands and a beating heart,
me too, yet he's still here.
Two hearts, a third
Beating in the background;
I told him, he heard
The words that I spoke
when you held me across your chest -
he was not there, when with my deadened tongue
I spoke words of comfort,
falling on deadened ears.
words from one end, words from the other:
conflicting, constricting,
It aches like the other
year when you told me you loved me.
I say, with ashen hands and a beating heart
I don't, but he's not here.