Title: Here

Jul 18, 2010 23:15

I'm leaving you in a month.
One month past,
you offered me a like service.
No no no, I said, please
please.
You hold too much for me to release
(Those are the words unsaid)
(those are the heart of I did say)
Right now, I cannot learn to be
without you. I
can someday. I know that our path
slowly winding
brings us closer to the world that may be.
Here.
Now.
We are meant to be.
Not destined.
Not special.
But if I could reach out
Run my hand over the world
Leave us gasping in the sudden sweetness of frozen time.
Alone in the solemnity of the waiting world.
Here we are meant to be.
Here.

writing, poetry

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