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By dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Feb 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.06.10.37.23666]] |
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i wanted to write you a poem. I wanted to encase you in words and somehow make you immortal. I'm reading this book on immortality. It speaks of Goethe and it has a woman tossing her hand into the wind as a willing goodbye who has willing goodbye's anymore. did we? did we have our chance at a decent goodbye? instead we were bound by our angry words, and the tears that we released out of frustration. So instead we just have "what if's" and "how could's". I don't think i loved you, but why you are in my mind now, wondering how you are. If you have moved on. I'm too proud to call you. I know you won't call me because you don't have my number, or my new address. The new address that is seperate from you. I remember our shared bed, i remember grocery shopping together at four in the morning. I remember turning to you wanting to be held and you turned your back. I lived with a stranger. Now it is just me, and a chest full of memories. I wish i could toss them into lake michigan and be done, have them sink to the bottom and grow green with algae. I guess I'll have to make a lake michigan within myself, and put you there. |