Sunday, January 21, 2007


Why do I often find myself
Staring at nothing, scorning myself.
Pitying myself?

Why is it that the only things
That keep me company
Are the silent tears that come
When I can’t help them anymore?

Why must I always think of
The ecstatic but ephemeral
Moments we shared alone together,
Just you and me?

Why should these memories
Keep coming back to me
Making me long for you
Making me wish for what is past
To become present?

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