Feelings…
like butterflies
in spring
are coming
in all directions at once.
An open book
every nuance
written on my face
in my eyes.
Like seventh grade
when every look
every boy
crushed your ego, or
broke your heart.
Has it been…
so long
since [...]
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You called me “Princess” again last night. Then… you went away to your other life. Tomorrow… you will call, or come to see me and call me “Princess” again Expecting… I will have forgotten that yesterday you made love to me and called me “Princess”… Then went away to [...]
We had a tea party, you and I Yesterday, when March was cold. We were three or four again Five or six or seven.
Changed the world [...] My eyes focused on the second button of your blue and white shirt. Heart don’t stop, lungs breathe legs don’t fail me now. I want to melt into the space behind that button. So wrap your arms around me hold me still listen to the rhythm of my breathing. Hear [...] Put you on a plane tonight all grown up son of twenty-one. I knew… that never again would we be the same. Manhood had arrived, like chicken pox mumps [...] Seven is too young to die… http://www.haemoblues.com/about_you.asp You were too little to be so sick. I watched you lying in a tent, Helpless Nothing to give you Only hugs. Band-Aids didn’t work anymore Round face, sad eyes Pain that could be seen through The plastic that helped you breathe. Seven is too young to [...] Promises… You never intended to keep, like your words, hung in the air. I knew you were lying when you said them as surely as you did, too. You wanted desperately to keep our dreams alive to have me stay forever so… you kept making all [...] We were inseparable Sisters born in an hour of desperation Of need, of my divorce I believed we would last forever Sisters by choice not birth There are friends capable of [...] oh my… to have had the courage the strength to follow my heart my soul only when I was eighteen when the world was new so full of promise and I was still so full of dreams it hurt to say goodbye… what fears give way to regrets what dreams still refuse to [...] We sat and talked deep into the night and told each other secrets saved only for those special friends… …one shares a lifetime with in less than an hour. Where do they come from all these feelings? Talking both at once yet, hearing every word. Taking in only enough air to keep breathing, and start [...] |
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